Betrayal is advancing myself at the expense of the one who I committed myself to advance.

I craft most of my own tragedies without ever having even the remotest understanding that it is I myself who have done the crafting.

In my impatience I become convinced that this desire of mine should have been fulfilled yesterday, when it belongs to a tomorrow that yesterday would have killed had I had my way.

I decry the injustice of my wounds, only to look down and see that I am holding a smoking gun in one hand and a fistful of ammunition in the other.

Greed is the fast-track to poverty.

I am the greatest obstacle to my greatest dreams.