“The NobodiesFleas dream of buying themselves a dog, and nobodies dream of escapingpoverty: that one magical day good luck will suddenly rain down onthem---will rain down in buckets. But good luck doesn't rain downyesterday, today, tomorrow, or ever. Good luck doesn't even fall in afine drizzle, no matter how hard the nobodies summon it, even if theirleft hand is tickling, or if they begin the new day with their rightfoot, or start the new year with a change of brooms.The nobodies: nobody's children, owners of nothing. The nobodies: theno ones, the nobodied, running like rabbits, dying through life,screwed every which way.Who are not, but could be.Who don't speak languages, but dialects.Who don't have religions, but superstitions.Who don't create art, but handicrafts.Who don't have culture, but folklore.Who are not human beings, but human resources.Who do not have faces, but arms.Who do not have names, but numbers.Who do not appear in the history of the world, but in the policeblotter of the local paper.The nobodies, who are not worth the bullet that kills them.”

“The NobodiesWho are not, but could be.Who don't speak languages, but dialects.Who don't have religions, but superstitions.Who don't create art, but handicrafts.Who don't have culture, but folklore.Who are not human beings, but human resources.Who do not have faces, but arms.Who do not have names, but numbers.Who do not appear in the history of the world, but in the policeblotter of the local paper.The nobodies, who are not worth the bullet that kills them.”

“Nobody likes children, your mother assured you. That doesn't mean you don't have them.”

“Be grateful for luck. Don't pay attention to the thunder - listen to the birds. And don't hate nobody".”

“nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands”

“To be the best, you have to be willing to do what nobody does. And today, if nobody reads and nobody works hard, then you also have to give up reading and become lethargic to be successful.”