Bureaucracy destroys initiative. There is little that bureaucrats hate more than innovation, especially innovation that produces better results than the old routines. Improvements always make those at the top of the heap look inept. Who enjoys appearing inept?
When you look directly at an insane man all you see is a reflection of your own knowledge that he's insane, which is not to see him at all. To see him you must see what he saw and when you are trying to see the vision of an insane man, an oblique route is the only way to come at it.
You are never dedicated to something you have complete confidence in. No one is fanatically shouting that the sun is going to rise tomorrow. They know it's going to rise tomorrow. When people are fanatically dedicated to political or religious faiths or any other kinds of dogmas or goals, it's always because these dogmas or goals are in doubt.
"According to Shiva, life is in the end about fixing holes. Shiva didn't speak in metaphors. Fixing holes is precisely what he did. Still, it's an apt metaphor for our profession. But there's another kind of hole, and that is the wound that divides family. Sometimes this wound occurs at the moment of birth, sometimes it happens later. We are all fixing what is broken. It is the tast of a lifetime. We'll leave much unfinished for the next generation."
"Your former spouse and his or her lawyers begin to make their formal case in a family law courtroom...They will paint a picture of you on your worst day and say that is who you are. They will pathologize your most casual utterances and criminalize most of your daily behavior" - Alec Baldwin, A Promise to Ourselves - A Journey Through Fatherhood and Divorce
'What's the use of dying in a ward surrounded by a lot of groaning and croaking incurables? Wouldn't it be much better to throw a party with that twenty-seven thousand and take poison and depart for the other world to the sound of violins, surrounded by lovely drunken girls and happy friends?'
"I sometimes wonder if I'm really just a terrible person. Sometimes I feel like I am. Sometimes it actually makes sense that I am. Because I can't change things; or worse - I just tell myself I can't, so I don't. But whenever I get like that - feeling terrible, I mean - everything else - the world, the people I meet - it all becomes incredibly beautiful to me. I fall in love with it."
" The optimism,the sense of possibility and hope comes at the end of August. There are new pens, unmarked novels, fresh textbooks and promises of a better year. The season of reflection is not January but June. Another year passed, the students gone, the halls silent. You're left there alone. The quiet of the school emptied for the summer is that of a hotel closed for winter, a library closed for the night, ghosts swirling through the rooms".
Mania flows like a river approaching a waterfall. Depression is a stagnant lake. There are dead things floating and the water has the same blue-black tinge as your lips. You stay completely still because you're so afraid of what is brushing your leg (even though it could be nothing because your mind is already gone).