The nearer I get to the grave the more time I have to waste. Nothing is important now, in the sense it once was. I can lean to the right or left, without danger of capsizing. I can go off the course, too, if I wish, because my destination is no longer a fixed one.
Henry Miller (December 26, 1891 – June 7, 1980)
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