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.

Evil never goes unpunished, Monsieur. But the punishment is sometimes secret.

Things go entirely differently from the way you planned them.

There are some people who don't conform to the signals. An ordinary well-regulated locomotive slows down or pulls up when it sees the red light hoisted against it. Perhaps I was born color blind. When I see the red signal -- I can't help forging ahead. And in the end, you know, that spells disaster.

Self-preservation's a man's first duty. And natives don't mind dying, you know. They don't feel about it as Europeans do.

I would like it to be said that I was a good writer of detective and thriller stories.

Oh, I'm not afraid of death! What have I got to live for after all? I suppose you believe it's very wrong to kill a person who has injured you-even if they've taken away everything you had in the world?