We have to go. I'm almost happy here.
I think you don't grow up until you stop worrying about other people's purposes or lack of them and find the purposes you believe in for yourself.
No human being, when you understand his desires, is worthless. No one's life is nothing. Even the most evil of men and women, if you understand their hearts, had some generous act that redeems them, at least a little, from their sins.
There's only one thing that will make them stop hating you. And that's being so good at what you do that they can't ignore you.
