“Instead of being so sorry for yourself, listen-” she said. (She always says “Listen,” because she thinks while she talks- really thinks.) So she said: “Listen. Suppose this wasn’t a crack in you- suppose it was a crack in the Grand Canyon.”

“The crack’s in me,” I said heroically.

“Listen! The world only exists in your eyes- your conception of it. You make it as big or as small as you want to. And you’re trying to be a little puny individual. By God, if I ever cracked, I’d try to make the world crack with me. Listen! The world only exists through your apprehension of it, and so it’s much better to say that it’s not you that’s cracked- it’s the Grand Canyon.” – ¬†On Booze, F. Scott Fitzgerald.