As an orphan one learns to be self-sufficient and one learns the tricks of the trades which go with that. One becomes a freelance.
I propose a conspiracy of orphans. We exchange winks. We reject hierarchies. All hierarchies. We take the shit of the world for granted and we exchange stories about how we nevertheless get by. We are impertinent. More than half the stars in the universe are orphan-stars belonging to no constellation. And they give off more light than all the constellation stars.
― John Berger, Confabulations