A few nice wealth quotes images I found:
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"What did they seek from him? — thought Rearden — what were they after? He never asked anything of any of them; it was they who wished to hold him, they who pressed a claim on him — and the claim seemed to have a form of affection, but it was a form which he found harder to endure than any sort of hatred. He despised causeless affection, just as he despised unearned wealth. They professed to love him for some unknown reason and they ignored all the things for which he could wish to be loved. He wondered what response they could attain from him in such a manner — if his response was what they wanted. And it was, he thought; else why those constant complaints, those unceasing accusations about his indifference? Why that chronic air of suspicion, as if they were waiting to be hurt? He had never had a desire to hurt them, but he always felt their defensive, reproachful expectation; they seemed wounded by anything he said, it was not a matter of his words or actions, it was almost…almost wounded by the mere fact of his being. Don’t start imagining the insane — he told himself severely, struggling to face the riddle with the strictest of his ruthless sense of justice. He could not condemn them without understanding; and he could not understand."
I’ve managed to finish four books in a week and a half. Juggling all of them at the same time. It’s an exhilarating feeling to see them pile up. I finished The Brief and Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, Winter’s Bone, Transparency, and Gathering Blue. I started Ayn Rand’s Atlas Shrugged today. I’m branching out from the Carver, Hemingway, and Murakami (which frankly, I no longer admire as much) triumvirate.
I realize that by restricting myself to just a handful of writers over the past few years, I’ve confined myself to a narrow view of life.
A coworker who saw Atlas Shrugged on my desk gave me a word of warning, "Read it but don’t you dare lose your humanity." There are more than a thousand pages. We’ll see where this is headed. If I lose my humanity, I hope it would be something worth telling.
The more I read, the more I want to write. The more I write, the more I want to read. I think the desires comes from feeling that I’ve gained something about people and relationships after each book. In some ways, it helps me understand the people close to me better. And consequently, myself.
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You may have tangible wealth untold.
Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold.
Richer than I you can never be –
I had a mother who read to me.
— Strickland Gillilan