The hour itself was solemn: 3 a.m. is for emergency surgery, homesickness in foreign hotels, the beginning or end of love.
I find this period of change we’re in right now fascinating. Not only is centuries old design theory being rewritten, but the process of how design happens is changing too. It’s becoming more collaborative, more fluid, lower fidelity. Less about being squirrelled away in a dark corner crafting a beautiful thing, and more about scribbling away in public and repeatedly throwing our work in a big trash can. And the more we’re doing that, the better we’re getting.
I didn’t always know what I wanted to do, but I knew the kind of woman I wanted to be.
I think that what we’re seeking is an experience of being alive, so that our life experiences on the purely physical plane will have resonances within our own innermost being and reality, so that we actually feel the rapture of being alive. That’s what it’s all finally about, and that’s what these clues help us to find within ourselves.
Information has the most value when it is shared widely.
A master in the art of living draws no sharp distinction between his work and his play; his labor and his leisure; his mind and his body; his education and his recreation. He hardly knows which is which. He simply pursues his vision of excellence through whatever he is doing, and leaves others to determine whether he is working or playing. To himself, he always appears to be doing both.
If you try to make something nobody hates, no one loves it.