Freud also said we choose our own neuroses. Capitalism is the neurosis of humanity.

We aren't really the victims. After all, we created the system ourselves and as long as we keep consuming, it will continue to exist. Ultimately, capitalism only mirrors human nature.

The position of the hysterical subject is that he or she always guesses what is behind the curtain, that is why such a subject usually ends up [...] giving up on love.

I don't criticize political or electoral freedom, but capitalism's perversion of the concept: the illusion that I hold the power over my own life.

We still can't control the consequences our choices will bring. Not only do we want freedom of choice, but we also want a guarantee that whatever we choose will be exactly as we envisioned it.

We constantly feel stressed, overwhelmed and guilty.It's our own fault if we're unhappy. It means we made a bad decision.

Love emerges at the point of a lacking word, and one offers one's being to fill the lack.

I do have the power. I can decide for myself what I want, even if the thought stresses me out.

Always carry a corkscrew and the wine shall provide itself.

... And I wondered if we had disappointed God so much, that he wrote us off as pets, just alive to entertain.

Some victories didn't taste as sweet as they should

The most intense patriotism always flourishes in the rear.

It's an abnormal world I live in. I don't belong anywhere. It's like I'm floating down the middle. I'm never quite sure where I am.

Human potential is the same for all. If you have will power, then you can change anything.

The whole point of working and practicing your whole life is so that you're ready when that moment arrives; when the inspiration arrives, you are ready to be at the disposal of inspiration.

The nastier the e-mail, the more likely I am to respond because they'll realize there's a human being on the other side.

The sun penetrates me soundlessly like a distant friend that stirs up my laziness, fertilizes it. We bring forth life.