Marcel Proust, French writer, total loser. Never had a real job. Unrequited love affairs. Gay. Spend 20 years writing a book almost no one reads. But he’s also probably the greatest writer since Shakespeare. … He gets down to the end of his life, and he looks back and decides that all those years he suffered… Those were the best years of his life…cause they made him who he was. All the years he was happy? Total waste, didn’t learn a thing.
you know what, fuck the beauty contest. Life is one fucking beauty contest after another. School, then college, then work? … Fuck the Air Force academy. If I wanna fly, I’ll find a way to fly. You do what you love and fuck the rest.