That's evolution. Evolution's always hard. Hard and bleak. No such thing as happy evolution

In certain areas of my life, I actively seek out solitude. Especially for someone in my line of work, solitude is, more or less, an inevitable circumstance. Sometimes, however, this sense of isolation, like acid spilling out of a bottle, can unconsciously eat away at a person's heart and dissolve it. You could see it, too, as a kind of double-edged sword. It protects me, but at the same time steadily cuts away at me from the inside.

Life is so uncertain: you never know what could happen. One way to deal with that is to keep your pajamas washed.

You might think you made a new world or a new self, but your old self is always gonna be there, just below the surface, and if something happens, it'll stick its head out and say 'Hi.' You don't seem to realize that. You were made somewhere else.

Crying is personal. On the other hand, laughing is more general . Laughing makes our hearts wider.

What gave money its true meaning was its dark-night namelessness, its breathtaking interchangeability.

But intolerant,narrow minds with no imagination are like parasites that transform the host,change form,and continue to thrive. They're a lost cause, and I don't want anyone like that coming in here.