My father was often angry when I was most like him.

You're dealing with the demon of external validation. You can't beat external validation. You want to know why? Because it feels sooo good.

When you were quite a little boy, somebody ought to have said "hush" just once.

In university, they don't tell you that the greater part of the law is learning to tolerate fools.

Humor distorts nothing, and only false gods are laughed off their pedestals.

To love what you do and feel that it matters - how could anything be more fun?