This scenery was of a kind that was not familiar to Strike. The sweeping masses of granite, these rolling hills, had an alien grandeur in their bareness, in their calm spaciousness. He had spent much of his childhood perched on the coast, with the taste of salt in the air: this was a place of woodland and river, mysterious and secretive in a different way from St. Mawes, the little town with its long smuggling history, where colorful houses tumbled down to the beach. (Career of Evil)
I think the most dangerous word in the English language is ‘should.’ ‘I should have done this.’ Or ‘I should do that.’ ‘Should’ implies responsibility. It connotes demand. Which is just not the case. Life ebbs and flows.
I’m always calculating what I want to do, who I want to be, what I want to accomplish. I don’t need to worry about that - that’s always there on a slow simmer. The muscle I have to work on is being more present.