In a capitalist society, all human relationships are voluntary.

It's not about who's going to let me; it's about who's going to stop me.

Compromise now, because you'll have to later, anyway, only then you'll have gone through things you'll wish you hadn't.

I love you so much that nothing can matter to me - not even you...Only my love- not your answer. Not even your indifference

The code of competence is the only system of morality that's on a gold standard.

A man's ego is the fountainhead of human progress.

It's strange. There's your life. You begin it, feeling that it's something so precious and rare, so beautiful that it's like a sacred treasure. Now it's over, and it doesn't make any difference to anyone, and it isn't that they are indifferent, it's just that they don't know, they don't know what it means, that treasure of mine, and there's something about it that they should understand. I don't understand it myself, but there's something that should be understood by all of us. Only what is it? What?