A person is no more & no less than the Story of his Passions & Deeds.

Of course there is a monkey. There is always a monkey.

I don't trust anyone who wouldn't.

Time and circumstances change us...and it is pointless to ask why.

What begins at the water shall end there, and what ends there shall once more begin.

We're all just in the muck trying to believe we're capable of greatness, but closer to breaking than we want to admit. And we tell ourselves stories-about ourselves,but maybe also all these stories about other people, about characters-as a way to hide from how small we are.