Monday, August 15, 2011

From ‘What should I do with my life? The true story of people who answered the ultimate question.’ By Po Bronson

It surprised me how often we hold ourselves back until we have no choice

“No eloquent words of a man can replace the pathless forest or the quietness of a rock.”

“He was a CPA, and miserable doing it. A few years ago he sent me a poem he had written, way back in 1977. It was about how his pinstripes were his jail bars, holding in all this sexual energy, urging himself to come out. ‘Come on out, motherfucker, I know you’re in there.’ It was called ‘Who’s in There?’”

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