It’s nice when you can look at your own work and say to yourself, ‘I did a good job.’ And then you let it go, because anything else is going to make you crazy, and anything else, you’re going to be trying to impress people who don’t even like you.
“The clouds passed, in phrases and paragraphs, like incomprehensible messages of troubling import, overhead across the forested ridges, above the unsealed cliffs, beyond the uninhabited fields of lonely mesas, followed by their faithful shadows flowing with effortless adaptation over each crack, crevice, crease and crag on the wrinkled skin of the Utahn earth.”
Edward Abbey | The Monkey Wrench Gang
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