Every Night I Go Over What I

Success Is Like A Liberation Or The First Phrase Of A Love Story.

I Can't Belong To Groups. I've Tried. I Behave Normally, But People Don't Look At Me Normally.

My Life Is Very Exciting Now. Nostalgia For What? It's Like Climbing A Staircase. I'm On The Top Of The Staircase, I Look Behind And See The Steps. That's Where I Was. We're Here Right Now. Tomorrow, We'll Be Someplace Else. So Why Nostalgia?

To Be Free Means To Choose, Whose Slave You Want To Be. ­

As Long As One Asserts Oneself And Is True To Oneself.