I've paid a price for avoiding a banal life, and I'll keep paying it.

The more I tried to live my life on other people's terms, the more I kept thinking that I'm wrong; wrong about my identity, wrong about my feelings, wrong about my style of communication, and what I wanted to do in life. Then suddenly I realized that there must be something grossly wrong with this sort of approach to life. That was the beginning of my journey of self discovery.

I can stand public humiliation as long as I still have the freedom to experiment with my life and do things at my own pace.

I drink what I can afford to buy for myself without you having to tell people that I have a spending or a drinking problem simply because you bought me drinks the whole night.

For me, that one error is enough to make me throw away my status and my life savings just to start all over again. It's the error of compromising my own personal freedom to spend time with a backbiter.

I always had the desire for wisdom that comes from the act of keeping quiet and observing people's actions no matter how much time it took. That's how I came to be labelled insane by society's standards.