There is no question of defence. I have always acted in accordance with the dictates of my conscience. I have nothing with which to reproach myself.

Jealousy, you know, is usually not an affair of causes. It is much more-how shall I say?-fundamental than that. Based on the knowledge that one's love is not returned. And so one goes on waiting, watching, expecting...that the loved one will turn to someone else.

No sign, so far, of anything sinister—but I live in hope.

The impossible could not have happened, therefore the impossible must be possible in spite of appearances.

Any coincidencce is worth noticing. You can throw it away later if it is only a coincidence.

There are questions that you don't ask because you're afraid of the answers to them.

These little grey cells. It is up to them.