“If you tell a true story, you can’t be wrong.”

I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.

Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don’t be sorry.

While looking for the light, you may suddenly be devoured by the darkness and find the true light.

There’s wisdom in wine.

Pain or love or danger makes you real again.

Life must be rich and full of loving–it’s no good otherwise, no good at all, for anyone.

The beauty of things must be that they end.

Pretty girls make graves.

I feel guilty for being a member of the human race.

So long and take it easy, because if you start taking things seriously, it is the end of you.

No fear or shame in the dignity of your experience, language, and knowledge.

Put down the pen someone else gave you. No one ever drafted a life worth living on borrowed ink.

I want to work in revelations, not just spin silly tales for money. I want to fish as deep down as possible into my own subconscious in the belief that once that far down, everyone will understand because they are the same that far down.

I came to a point where I needed solitude and just stop the machine of ‘thinking’ and ‘enjoying’ what they call ‘living’, I just wanted to lie in the grass and look at the clouds.

I realized either I was crazy or the world was crazy; and I picked on the world. And of course I was right.

You can’t live in this world but there’s nowhere else to go.

I guess I’m just inspired to tell stories.

Every story starts with an idea, but it is the characters that move this idea forward.

Life is uncharted territory. It reveals its story one moment at a time.

I learned, when I look in the mirror and tell my story, that I should be myself and not peep whatever everybody is doing.

Everyone has a story to tell.

I would spend my time telling stories or writing them.

I am an educationist. I’m an economist. I am a politician. I am also now a good storyteller, you know?

Since I am a person who starts work without clear knowledge of a storyline, every single scene is a pivotal scene.