Hugh Miller likes the quiet life.

"There is a life underneath the life. It is like this perfectly little protector over it, you know? It is secure, right?"

"Huh?"

"I like to get down into it sometime. I like to see how it run. But there's no controllers in it, just this clean and shiny console."

"You have nothing to play with. No shiny buttons? No candy like buttons?"

"No. It's very smooth. It's very quiet." 

love wins

William is happy to be terrible.

"I am happy that I am terrible at stuff, because I'm not listening. I'm inflexible.

"OK."

"I need some guidelines. I need to listen."

"You're going to say having lunch with me needs to be amended."

"No. Just seeing the terrible is an accomplishment. I'm not spending a couple of years forcing bear sweat into bottles. I'm not losing so many years with this."

"You've thought about it."

"I've thought about it. These guides are right in front of me. Results can come in a quick moment, but it could take me three years to finally get it, because I'm listening to you...."

"I didn't say anything,"

"Or my Mother, those bastards where I punch the clock, or my own fucking feeling that somebody is watching me and needs my story to turn out in a way that they can sleep better at night."

"Sounds like a big production."

"It is. If I get the things that are not hammering themselves out, the fucked up things----quick. It all moves faster for me."

"Life?"

"If I'm terrible and I see it, I get to relax."

"Right."