I remember one little rainy day I went searching for this apartment and I saw so many people standing on a stoop on the corner in the rain. Later I realized, that was drug traffic. They were all buying drugs.

During the days in detention, I thought most about the moon.

Hopefully, other successes aren't like me. It carries much more meaning to other people; my success story is irrelevant. It doesn't make any sense.

Each year, more people want to become artists.

I don't belong to a working system. They only select people if you belong to one so you can be controlled.

My typical day is I wake up and appreciate that I can still wake up.

The fantasy we had with pearls was always so luxurious and unique with a kind of rareness.