I'm telling you, you did what you believed you had to do through all of this. Not what was easiest or best for you. You did what you did, and you're owning it. And I don't know ten men who would be brave enough to do that.

We never know the quality of someone else's life, though we seldom resist the temptation to assume and pass judgement.

They don't matter. I thought I had to prove something, and I did, to myself. There's nothing left for me to prove. I can move on with my life.

In a lifestyle where there are no boundaries, it becomes a challenge to find one's true self. If everything comes easily, there is no way to establish worth. And if nothing has real value, then there is no way to gauge satisfaction or accomplishment or contentment.

But then I had long mistaken being spoiled for being strong, being defiant for being independent, being reckless for being brave.

The world isn't black and white, Annie, it's shades of grey.

Being rich has never stopped anyone from being greedy.