Quotes About Ambition

I mean, who wants to be the fucking goddess of macrame?

Until a man is twenty-five, he still thinks, every so often, that under the right circumstances he could be the baddest motherfucker in the world. If I moved to a martial-arts monastery in China and studied real hard for ten years. If my family was wiped out by Colombian drug dealers and I swore myself to revenge. If I got a fatal disease, had one year to live, devoted it to wiping out street crime. If I just dropped out and devoted my life to being bad.

The answer is, I chose to seek my fortune. Failed. Lost all. Then got a fortune I had not ever looked for. Lost it though. Got it back. Lost it. Got another - the story is somewhat repetitious.

How could a man become a god? Nell asked. By living in an extremely pragmatic society, said Constable Moore after some thought

DMS is energetic and enterprising to a degree that from time to time leaves certain persons (e.g. those burdened with a petty fear of death or torture) uneasy (see my prior speculation as to possibility DMS may have been born with a redundant Y chromosome).

You work harder because everything is on the line. Your name, your honor, your family, your life. Those burger flippers might have a better life expectancy—but what kind of life is it anyway, you have to ask yourself.

some darting about for Earthly advantage, others attending to the faraway deeds of Angels, still others lost in contemplation of what it all means.

You're assuming," Luisa said, "that she has a plan. I doubt that she does. She is driven to seek power. She finds some way to do that and then backfills a rationalization for it afterward." Doob pulled his tablet closer and started trying to find Tav's blog. "To what extent do you imagine she really is reporting facts about the AC? As opposed to creating the reality she describes?" Doob asked. "What's the difference?" Luisa asked.

This had led to college and grad school and a long dispiriting run of un- and underemployment, since the economy didn't seem interested in comparative religion majors.

It was clear how he had become the leader of a sort of gang back home: not by asserting his leadership but by being so relentless in his production, evaluation, and exploitation of ideas that his friends had been left with no choice but to form up in his wake.

Young, lavishly bearded tech entrepreneurs were trudging forlornly down the hallways, laden with computers, printers, high-end coffeemakers, and foosball tables. Like digital Okies they loaded their stuff into their Scions or Ryder trucks and rumbled off into the unforgiving Boston commercial real estate market.

He was an unformed block, from which he was now laboring, literally, to sculpt a Renaissance Man. Reader, that was an attractive thing to watch.

I don't think that teenagers are the way they are because of their age. It's because they have nothing to lose. They simultaneously have a lot of time on their hands and yet are very impatient to get on with their lives.

Many set themselves the aim of rescuing the indifferent and the lazy—and end up lost themselves. The flame within them gets dim with the passage of time. So, if you have the fire, run, since you

people with hopes were apt to become profligate in spending resources and taking risks. Which

All change happens because one man wants something different.

He went back to Iowa State, considered changing his major to mathematics, but didn't. It was the consensus of all whom he consulted that mathematics, like pipe-organ restoration, was a fine thing, but that one needed some way to put bread on the table.

She is driven to seek power. She finds some way to do that and then backfills a rationalization for it afterward.

He is sure that this would elevate his stature beyond that of dull software boy.

Suppose all of that comes to pass, Sophia, and you get that job and embark on that career. Twenty years from now, how will you know if you have succeeded?

what he's really thinking is: why did I waste all those years in academia when I could have been doing great shit like this?

Your potential is unlimited in all that you've chosen to do.

They always said on TV you could do anything you wanted, but here I was trying to do something and it wasn't working. I would never be able to do it.

I'm still a nobody, when am I not going to be a nobody?