Every time you meet someone, make a fucking impression. Make them think you’re the hottest shit in the world. Make them think they’re going to lose their job if they don’t give you one. Look ‘em in the eye and never look away. Be confident and calm, be fucking bold.
That sounds more like the secret to kicking ass in life.
It is, but I was going to wait and tell you that some other time.
“If we have goals and dreams and we want to do our best, and if we love people and we don’t want to hurt them or lose them, we should feel pain when things go wrong. The point isn’t to live without any regrets, the point is to not hate ourselves for having them… We need to learn to love the flawed, imperfect things that we create, and to forgive ourselves for creating them. Regret doesn’t remind us that we did badly — it reminds us that we know we can do better.”—
In one sentence, what do you actually do all day in your job? I sit around pushing pieces of paper until they look right.
What do you hate most about living in New York? You know, you can’t separate what you hate from what you love in New York, which is to say that everything that exists in New York also has its opposite simultaneously. So I don’t hate anything in New York. I can’t stand some things some times, but I realize that it’s always connected to a benefit. </blockquote