The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.

"In the end, we are all just stories, told and retold, until they become someone else's truth."

Caring too much for objects can destroy you. Only—if you care for a thing enough, it takes on a life of its own, doesn’t it? And isn’t the whole point of things—beautiful things—that they connect you to some larger beauty?