“I'm from the city rich desire to live in. Glass on the floor from breaking out of this prison / prism.”

“Life is like a prism. What you see depends on how you turn the glass.”

“A short cut to riches is to subtract from our desires.”

“Break the glass, please, and free us from all these damned rules, from needing to find an explanation for everything, from doing only what others approve of.”

“I'm not an alarmist, but someone should break the glass, and pull that red T-Lever down!”

“but what should we do when the highborn and wealthy take to crime? Indeed, if a poor man will spend a year in prison for stealing out of hunger, how high would the gallows need to be to hang the rich man who breaks the law out of greed?”

“I'm doing one of three things: I'm writing. I'm staring out the window. Or I'm writhing on the floor.”

“Years from now, when I'm successful and happy,… and he's in prison… I hope I'm not too mature to gloat.”

“Saigon is like all the other great modern cities of the world. It's the mess left from people getting rich.”

“And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted — nevermore!”