selling to steve jobs

Somewhere, deep in Adobe Systems’ email archive, sits the last email I ever received from Steve Jobs.

I never met Steve Jobs on the cold streets of Winnipeg, but if I had, he would have bought my entire basket of frozen meat.

When he felt it was needed, Steve often bypassed his people and did things himself — no one in the middle to garble things up.

Fear is a fart of an emotion – Steve had a practiced nose. Your fear should be your inner governor. You need only fear yourself.