I became a total yes. We don't even have names anymore.

Our lives are fictions, a work we leave behind, signed.

I would rather have an inferiority complex and be pleasantly surprised, than have a superiority complex and be rudely awakened.

Money is only a human invention. I get paid for my work, it's a system of trade, but it's not my purpose and reason for living.

Life is a canvas of many strokes where shades from different palettes meet into a picture so concrete that some forget it is their own, so become framed themselves.

Gifts have ribbons, not strings.

Recognition of one's fellows is distorted when money is prioritized as value itself.