“Those who know do not speak; Those who speak do not know. Stop up the openings, Close down the doors, Rub off the sharp edges. Unravel all confusion. Harmonize the light, Give up contention: This is called finding the unity of life.” KnowsGivingLightSpeakDoorsGiving UpFindingsUnityEdgesOpeningConfusionContentionSharp Edges Author:Laozi
“At the core of an analytical edge is an ability to systematically distinguish between fundamentals and expectations. Fundamentals are a well thought out distribution of outcomes, and expectations are what's priced into an asset. A power metaphor is the [pari-mutuel] racetrack. The fundamentals are how fast a given horse will run and the expectations are the odds on the tote board. As any serious handicapper knows, you make money only by finding a mispricing between the performance of the horse and the odds. There are no 'good' or 'bad' horses, just correctly or incorrectly priced ones.” KnowsWellsRunningGivenAbilitySeriousFindingsExpectationsPerformancesHorseFundamentalsMetaphorEdgesCoreMaking MoneyBoardsOutcomesAssetsOddsDistributionTotes Author:Michael Mauboussin
“The kiss was innocent--innocent enough--but it was also full of something not unlike what Virginia wants from London, from life; it was full of a love complex and ravenous, ancient, neither this nor that. It will serve as this afternoon's manifestation of the central mystery itself, the elusive brightness that shines from the edges of certain dreams; the brightness which, when we awaken, is already fading from our minds, and which we rise in the hope of finding, perhaps today, this new day in which anything might happen, anything at all.” WantMindEnoughDreamMightHappensTodayCertainMysteryKissingFindingsShiningComplexesAncientEdgesLondonInnocentManifestationAfternoonNew DayVirginiaElusiveBrightnessFading Author:Michael Cunningham
“I knew he wouldn't come, but I howled anyway, and when I did, the other wolves would pass images of him to me of what he looked like: lithe, gray, yellow-eyed. I would pass back images of my own, of a wolf on the edge of the woods, silent and cautious, watching me. The images, clear as the slender-leaved trees in front of me, made finding him seem urgent, but I didn't know how to begin to look.” KnowsLooksMadeSeemsMy OwnKnow HowClearTreeFrontsFindingsSilentEdgesWoodsGrayYellowUrgentCautiousSlender Author:Maggie Stiefvater