I alone knew what I had suffered. I alone knew what it felt like to be alive but dead.

I decided I would go with them, but it would be at my father's house that I would eat. I would share his food, and his poverty.

Are you impressed when you meet people who are filled with passion and conviction? Their energy is contagious and can make us all want “some of what they’re having!

Cling to the good.

That's the kind of stories I know. Sad ones. Anyway, taken to it's logical conclusion, every story is sad, because at the end everyone dies.

Statism is a mental disorder, much akin to Stockholm Syndrome.

Adoption is grief in reverse.

I approve of anyone wearing what the establishment says you must not wear.

No matter how well you think you've hidden, you'll always leave behind a trace. And the more you try to hide that trace, the more obvious and troublesome it will become.

Is it my job to feed my neighbour’s child? I don’t think so.

If you think that peace and happiness are somewhere else and you run after them, you will never arrive.

It is not good enough for things to be planned - they still have to be done; for the intention to become a reality, energy has to be launched into operation.