People soon get tired of things that aren't boring, but not of what is boring.

You know what it’s like when you’re trying to fall asleep and it only makes you more wide awake?

Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts.

Huge organizations and me don't get along. They're too inflexible, waste too much time, and have too many stupid people.

I'm not a fast thinker, but once I am interested in something, I am doing it for many years.

I want to believe you, but if that's true, I just don't get it. Why does loving somebody mean you have to hurt them just as much? I mean, if that's the way it goes, what's the point of loving someone?

A state of chronic powerlessness eats away at a person