I can die now. I've lived twice.
My conservatory is in the streets. My intelligence is instinct.
For me, sleeping is a waste of time. I'm afraid to sleep. It's a form of death.
If God has allowed me to earn so much money, it is because He knows I give it all away.
I was hungry. I was cold. But I was also free. Free not to get up in the morning, not to go to bed at night, free to get drunk if I liked, to dream... to hope.
Use your faults, use your defects; then you're going to be a star.