I found a discarded textbook on calculus in a wastebasket and read it from cover to cover.
Happiness is a very small desk and a very big wastebasket.
A ratio of failures is built into the process of writing. The wastebasket has evolved for a reason. Think of it as the altar of the Muse Oblivion, to whom you sacrifice your botched first drafts, the tokens of your human imperfection.
My general working style is to write everything first with pencil and paper, sitting beside a big wastebasket. Then I use Emacs to enter the text into my machine.
One of the biggest and most important tools of theoretical physics is the wastebasket.
