Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion . . . . I myself prefer to laugh, since read more

Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion . . . . I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward.

Winning isn't everything, but the will to win is everything.

Winning isn't everything, but the will to win is everything.

Fundamentally, all writing is about the same thing; it's about dying, about the brief flicker of time we have here, read more

Fundamentally, all writing is about the same thing; it's about dying, about the brief flicker of time we have here, and the frustration that it creates.

My recipe for dealing with anger and frustration: set the kitchen timer for twenty minutes, cry, rant, and rave, and read more

My recipe for dealing with anger and frustration: set the kitchen timer for twenty minutes, cry, rant, and rave, and at the sound of the bell, simmer down and go about business as usual

There are one hundred and ninety nine ways to beat, but only one way to win; get there first.

There are one hundred and ninety nine ways to beat, but only one way to win; get there first.

Our frustration is greater when we have much and want more than when we have nothing and want some. We read more

Our frustration is greater when we have much and want more than when we have nothing and want some. We are less dissatisfied when we lack many things than when we seem to lack but one thing.

Courage is as often the outcome of despair as of hope; in the one case we have nothing to lose, read more

Courage is as often the outcome of despair as of hope; in the one case we have nothing to lose, in the other, everything to gain

Winning isn't everything, but losing is nothing.

Winning isn't everything, but losing is nothing.

The torment of human frustration, whatever its immediate cause, is the knowledge that the self is in prison, its vital read more

The torment of human frustration, whatever its immediate cause, is the knowledge that the self is in prison, its vital force and "mangled mind" leaking away in lonely, wasteful self-conflict.