I'm not a paranoid deranged millionaire.
Every man has his price, or a guy like me couldn't exist.
I am by nature a perfectionist, and I seem to have trouble allowing anything to go through in a half-perfect condition. So if I made any mistake it was in working too hard and in doing too much of it with my own hands.
Do the impossible, because almost everyone has told me my ideas are merely fantasies.
My father told me, never have partners.
Passion will make you crazy, but is there any other way to live?