I think it is a problem of our society that we don't enjoy (ourselves.) We have these values, like, you have to be rich, you have to get a diploma, you have to work hard, otherwise you are useless, you are nothing but a pariah. And the book asks, 'Is it true? This is what my mom told me, but is it true?

You can't change the wind. But you can adjust the sails to reach your destination

Once in a mental hospital, a person grows used to the freedom that exists in the world of madness and becomes addicted to it. You no longer have to take on responsibilities, to struggle to earn your daily bread, to be bothered with repetitive, mundane tasks. You could spend hours looking at a picture or making absurd doodles. Everything is torelated because, after all, the person is mentally ill.

If you want to control someone, all you have to do is to make them feel afraid.

Lie down on the ground and feel the planet's heart beating.

Once a problem is solved, its simplicity is amazing.

How is it possible for the beauty that was there only minutes before to vanish so quickly?