. . . [E]very person perceives the world differently. So essentially, there are six billion human versions of reality on this planet, each perceiving its own truth.
But do we really live? To live without knowing what life is - is that living?
It's been a long time since I've been me.
If you cannot live alone, you were born a slave.
Life is full of paradoxes, as roses are of thorns.
I always live in the present. I don’t know the future and no longer have the past. The former oppresses me as the possibility of everything, the latter as the reality of nothing.
I've always rejected being understood. To be understood is to prostitute oneself. I prefer to be taken seriously for what I'm not, remaining humanly unknown, with naturalness and all due respect
I went to a 7-11 and asked for a 2x4 and a box of 3x5's. The clerk said, "ten-four. "
I hate it when people are impolite to waiters or to the valet or the guy in the supermarket. There's no need for that; it doesn't cost anything to be polite.
Reading to small children is a specialty.
It seems sometimes as if one were powerless to do any more from within to overcome troubles, and that help must come from without.