In short, they were gambling on their luck, and luck is not to be coerced.

Do not be surprised. I do not like writers and I cannot stand their lies. They speak so as not to listen to themselves speak. If they did listen, they would know that they are nothing and then they would no longer be able to speak.

Our reason has driven all away. Alone at last, we end up ruling over a desert.

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

maybe she had become tired of being the girlfriend of a condemned man. It also occured to me that maybe she was sick, or dead. These things happen. [...] Anyway, after that, remembering Marie meant nothing to me. That seemed perfectly normal to me, since I understood very well that people would forget me when I was dead.

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.

To two men living the same number of years, the world always provides the same sum of experiences. It is up to us to be conscious of them.