words from a book i'm reading:
Red Dyed Hair, by Kostas Mourselas
Louis' one great weakness was events. He lusted after events.
"Kostas, my boy, dream up something. Don't let time pass while you just sit there. Get on the phone, meet people, go out onto the streets, knock on doors. You never know, maybe you'll flush out a hare. Sit on your rear end and you start to go under; you start to think about the vanity of life, about death, you dry up. Better take a nap then... But if you're not asleep, put your tongue to work, your feet, your hands, your brains."
(although sometimes philosophising on the vanity of life can be good too...)
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