Funny how nobody talks on the tubes, isn't it? I rarely catch the tube myself, or lifts. Confined spaces, everybody shuts down. Why is that? Perhaps we think everybody on the tube is a potential psychopath or a drunk,so we close down and pretend to read a book or something.

It's like it ain't so much what a fellow does, but it's the way the majority of folks is looking at him when he does it.

Magari qualcosa, una moneta che cade, un piccolo braccialetto che si impiglia alla maglia di qualcuno, uno scontrino che scivola via, cambia il destino di una persona. E quella persona, per un piccolo, banalissimo gesto, non farà più le stesse cose che avrebbe fatto invece se quel gesto non si fosse verificato. E la sua vita prende un altro binario. Magari per sempre. Magari per un po' soltanto. Chissà.

There's a policy now of opening the doors to the outside world.

If someone asks you to touch his dick over the cloths and he will pay in return, you won’t, but when you are in the public transportation, everywhere you touch is someone’s dick.

We are not opposed to public transportation. We are opposed to wasteful boondoggles.