I’ve slept on a lot of sofas, and let me tell you, the comfortable ones are few and far between. Typically, they’re cheap deadweight. Even the most luxurious-looking sofas are a disappointment when you actually try to sleep on them. I never understand how people can be lax about choosing sofas. I always say—a prejudice on my part, I’m sure—you can tell a lot about a person’s character from his choice of sofa. Sofas constitute a realm inviolate unto themselves. This, however, is something that only those who have grown up sitting on good sofas will appreciate. It’s like growing up...
Note: You can tell a lot about a person's character from their choice of sofa.
Once again, life had a lesson to teach me: It takes years to build up, it takes moments to destroy.
“Everyone must have one thing that they can excel at. It’s just a matter of drawing it out, isn’t it? But school doesn’t know how to draw it out. It crushes the gift. It’s no wonder most people never get to be what they want to be. They just get ground down.”
Most human activities are predicated on the assumption that life goes on. If you take that premise away, what is there left?
Note: Good point.