We are being bought off by our affair with the contemporary drug of choice: ease.

Your complacency regarding your own personal weaknesses and shortcomings keep the collective from advancing. Always do your best!!

"He'll figure it out" is the new "It's not my job".

What a school of politeness is such a contemplation of the past! To take everything objectively, to be angry at nothing, to love nothing, to understand everything-- makes one gentle and pliable.

Complacent satisfaction is the killer of dreams.

Very seldom in my fiction have I directly used the stories people have told me. I think ripping off people's lives in fiction is dangerous. It also lacks imagination.