But there&#39;s a little guy who sits astride my brain with a whip, and if I&#39;m away from the machine for more than a couple of hours during the day, this little guy&#39;s lashing away.

I wondered how beautiful it might be to think of others as more important than myself. I wondered at how peaceful it might be not to be pestered by that childish voice that wants for pleasure and attention.

Los libros nos recuerdan que somos asnos y tontos. Son la guardia pretoriana del César, que murmura mientras los desfiles pasan ruidosamente por las avenidas "Recuerda, César, que eres mortal

Whenever I can afford to do something, I do it.

Written By Thurston Moore

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