"I discovered that my obsession for having each thing in the right place,each subject at the right time,each word in the right style,was not the well-deserved reward of an ordered mind but just the opposite: a complete system of pretense invented by me to hide the disorder of my nature. I discovered that i am not disciplined out of virtue but as a reaction to my negligence,that i appear generous in order to conceal my meanness,that i pass myself as prudent because i am evil-minded,that i am conciliatory in order not to succumb to my repressed rage,that i am punctual only to hide how little i care about other people's time."

G.C Marquez "Memories of My Melancholy Whores"