You learn from a conglomeration of the incredible past - whatever experience gotten in any way whatsoever.
In the dime stores and bus stations, people talk of situations, read books, repeat quotations, draw conclusions on the wall.
Some people seem to fade away but then when they are truly gone, it's like they didn't fade away at all.
I change during the course of a day. I wake and I'm one person, and when I go to sleep I know for certain I'm somebody else.
You're going to die. You're going to be dead. It could be 20 years, it could be tomorrow, anytime. So am I. I mean, we're just going to be gone. The world's going to go on without us. All right now. You do your job in the face of that, and how seriously you take yourself you decide for yourself.