Benefits received are a delight to us as long as we think we can requite them; when that possibility is far exceeded, they are repaid with hatred instead of gratitude.
Every time you do a favor for a constituent, you make nine enemies and one ingrate.
See Louis XIV for an earlier similar idea.
Approaching people looking for something in return isn't a relationship, it's a transaction.
A woman who gives any advantage to a man may expect a lover but will sooner or later find a tyrant.
I give and give, even when I get nothing back - and that sets me up for disappointment.
In the absence of relative equality - quid pro quo - a court might question whether there was an actual contract. If I give you a dollar, and you give me a mansion, our contract would lack quid pro quo.
There's an old-school gatekeeper mentality to some of the RPG community: 'It's unfair that somebody out there can make money on something that I worked so hard to make for free for my friends.'
I have both exploited and been exploited in the print field.
As it is, the grotesque distortions of the global market mean that for every dollar the West dispatches to Africa in the form of aid, two dollars are clawed back through subsidies and tariff barriers: a monumental rip-off by the rich as they instruct the poor to accept 'free' trade or else.
Don't sell your soul to buy peanuts for the monkeys.
I did albums for Cash Money. I didn't do singles - I did whole albums for Cash Money - and at the end of the day, I'm saying I wasn't paid for albums, so its like you're doing 10 songs, and somebody pays you for 1.
You're never going to get from the industry what you give to it. But it's worth it; you just have to be realistic.
Like getting into a bleeding competition with a blood bank.
I realized I was the one doing all the training, earning the money, and my parents were living off of me.
We, the artists, make the stuff they sell and they're like ticks on our backs, sucking the life out of us.