I am most proud of my ethics and least proud of my cynicism. It’s unquestionably the witty cripple's alternative to facts and considered humour of malice. Recently
I read a few of my stories and thought, I can’t imagine how in the hell did I get away with these? I had some really raw skepticism in some of them.
I think a lot of cynicism has dropped away from my shoulders since I halted drinking.
I think we too often make choices depending on the safety of cynicism, along with the we're lead to is a life not fully lived. Cynicism is nightmare, and it's worse than fear - it's an active drawback.

I understand the world of optimism. But I think with me what you get is a lack of cynicism.

I have no cynicism at all.