I've always maintained it's the same for all you termites in Heywood. Born here, live her, die here.

Work for yourself, live for yourself. That's the only way.

V: What is the sound of one hand clapping?
Zen Master: That depends - is someone clapping with you?

You get to a certain age, you drop all your illusions. Life just gets easier from there.

You're either somebody or you fizzle out into nothin'. Night City don't let you choose.