Living in the past is a Jethro Tull album, not a smart poker strategy.

I have always wished the present to resemble memory: because the present can be flat at times, and bald as a road. But memory is never like that. It makes hills of feeling in collapsed hours, a scene of enclosure made all precious by its frame.

All the things that are in the past are in the past.

There's no sustenance in the past.

To get over the past, you first have to accept that the past is over. No matter how many times you revisit it, analyze it, regret it, or sweat it…it’s over. It can hurt you no more.

We almost doubled the amount of poker books we had in the past year and a half,