Regrets are a waste of time. They're the past crippling you in the present.
When I do things without any explanation, but just with spontaneity...I can be sure that I am right.
Don't tell me what I'm doing; I don't want to know.
Life is a combination of magic and pasta.
I think that one can have luck if one tries to create an atmosphere of spontaneity.
I claim the right to contradict myself. I don't want to deprive myself of the right to talk nonsense, and I ask humbly to be allowed to be wrong sometimes.