We are such spendthrifts with our lives, the trick of living is to slip on and off the planet with the least fuss you can muster. I’m not running for sainthood. I just happen to think that in life we need to be a little like the farmer, who puts back into the soil what he takes out.
There are three rules for running a business; fortunately, we don't know any of them.
I wasn't running toward the theater but running away from the sporting goods store. Of course now that I'm selling spaghetti sauce (with Newman's Own), I begin to understand the romance of business.. the allure of being the biggest fish in the pond and the juice you get from beating out your competitors.
It seems to me that the older I get, the more running around I do with less satisfaction, just spinning my wheels.
I wasn't driven to acting by any inner compulsion. I was running away from the sporting goods business.
