Life doesn’t happen to me because I don’t let it happen. I’m afraid it won’t happen the only way I want it to happen: my way.

Don’t accept a life that has been molded for you by others because eventually you’ll succumb to its falseness.

But what attracted me to weeds was not their beauty, but their resilience. I mean, despite being so widely despised, so unloved, killed with every chance we get, they are so pervasive, so seemingly invincible.

I'm a workaholic.

Mais, ce n'est pas un homme, c'est un champignon!

I'll admit I'm a workaholic.