Fine words lack all meaning when we are confronted by real suffering.

Collective madness is called sanity.

A warrior cannot lower his head - otherwise he loses sight of the horizon of his dreams.

Fashion may renew itself every six months but one thing remains the same: bouncers always wear black.

Why don't people's hearts tell them to continue to follow their dreams? [...] Because that's what makes a heart suffer most, and hearts don't like to suffer.

Because when everyone dreams, but only a few realize their dreams, that makes cowards of us all.

It was all a matter of control. And Choice. Nothing more, nothing less