The world is a mosaic of fleeting moments, each one precious in its own right.
And America, too, is a delusion, the grandest one of all. The white race believes—believes with all its heart—that it is their right to take the land. To kill Indians. Make war. Enslave their brothers. This nation shouldn’t exist, if there is any justice in the world, for its foundations are murder, theft, and cruelty.
True happiness comes from doing what you love.
A business that doesn’t evolve with its customers will soon find itself irrelevant.
Every book is a kind of journey, and every journey changes you.