Ours is a world where people don't know what they want and are willing to go through hell to get it.

I've seen the hell these people go through.

The things that I can't have I want, And what I have seems second-rate, The things I want to do I can't, And what I have to do I hate.

If you want to get rich from writing, write the sort of thing that's read by persons who move their lips when they're reading to themselves.

I just know what I want, and I'm willing to butt heads with folks to get it.

Prohibition makes you want to cry into your beer and denies you the beer to cry into.