It's easy to win. Anybody can win.
Whom the gods notice they destroy. Be small... and you will escape the jealousy of the great.
But an artist, he realized. Or rather so-called artist. Bohemian. That's closer to it. The artistic life without the talent.
Reality is just a point of view.
Madness, like small fish, runs in hosts, in vast numbers of instances.
You have to be with other people, he thought. In order to live at all. I mean before they came here I could stand it... But now it has changed. You can't go back, he thought. You can't go from people to nonpeople." - J.R. Isidore