Life is not about how much confidence you have, but about how you tackle the confidence interval.

You always find it hard to estimate the rush hour traffic: buses, trains, subways and flights. You know a little bit about the chaos theory and the butterfly effect. You know you can’t predict precisely. But when you commute long enough, you may, at a certain time point of enlightenment, get the illusion that you’ve learned to grab the rhyme of it, that you actually could take advantage of the seemingly unpredictable and thus avoid being squeezed by all your fellow commuters. You even know you’re wrong about it, yet still insist you’ve gained certain intangible insights: a sense of prophetic awareness to the future. And you end up late for work and/or home. — On Commuting

The reminiscent notion of he or she was here brings bitter warmth to your heart ‘cos your self-opinionating memory renders the past from mundane reality to wishful delusion. 

I love book because it burns my mind. I love sex because it burns my body. I love music because it burns my soul. I love science because it burns what I know. We will watch them burn.

God save the Queen. Money saves the mean. Desires save prostitutes. You save the obscene. Who saves the King?

Like marriage, business is hard. Business without trust is similar to prostitution — it’s possible that you paid but feel like being f**ked.

If some of your friends are doing it, it must be quite interesting. If everyone is doing it, it must be extremely stupid. Just think about Facebook

Mistakes are good — you learn because of them. The only way not to make mistakes is to do nothing, which is a mistake.

If life is a game, design it at your own risk. If a game becomes your life, remember to save it at all times. If you neither design nor save, you must be human being.