Don't lies eventually lead to the truth? And don't all my stories, true or false, tend toward the same conclusion? Don't they all have the same meaning? So what does it matter whether they are true or false if, in both cases, they are significant of what I have been and what I am? Sometimes it is easier to see clearly into the liar than into the man who tells the truth. Truth, like light, blinds. Falsehood, on the contrary, is a beautiful twilight that enhances every object.

History has shown that the less people read, the more books they buy.

The most important thing you do everyday you live is deciding not to kill yourself.

But the world itself has no reason, and I can say so, I who have experienced it all, from the creation to the destruction.

This is the century of fear.

Everything considered, a determined soul will always manage.

I'd buy myself a cabin on the beach, I'd put some glue in my navel, and I'd stick a flag in there. Then I'd wait to see which way the wind was blowing.