Try any goddam thing you like, no matter how boringly normal or outrageous. If it works, fine. If it doesn't, toss it. Toss it even if you love it.
For most of us, I think it's easier to admit doing wrong than being stupid.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Admitting mistakes is often easier than acknowledging one's own ignorance or foolishness.
In this quote, Stephen King highlights a common human behavior where individuals find it more acceptable to confess to wrongdoings rather than face the uncomfortable truth of their own ignorance or lack of understanding. It suggests that many people are more willing to acknowledge their faults than to confront the possibility of being perceived as foolish, reflecting the complexity of human nature and our aversion to appearing naive.
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Example use cases
In a discussion about personal growth, one might say, 'As Stephen King pointed out, it's often easier to admit to our wrongs than to confront our own stupidity.'
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