I congratulate myself on not having arrived into the world until the present time. This age suits my taste.
Thank God he killed the guy. Oh, now, wait a minute. What kind of a prayer was that!
The earth here is beautiful. And it still belongs to the dead.
Invest in a feather duster - the possibilities are endless.
I don't believe in anything, Mother," I said. "You told Armand long ago that you believe you'll find answers in the great jungles and forests; that the stars will finally reveal a vast truth. But I don't believe in anything. And that makes me stronger than you think
I never knew what life was until it ran out in a red gush over any lips, my hands!