In my schoolboy reveries, we were always two fugitives riding on the spine of a book, eager to escape into worlds of fiction and secondhand dreams.

Nobody knows much about women, not even Freud, not even women themselves. But it's like electricity: you don't need to know how it works to get a shock on the fingers.

It seems that in the advanced stages of stupidity, a lack of ideas is compensated for by an excess of ideologies.

Nobody had noticed, nobody had paid attention, but, as usual, the essential part of the matter had been settled before the story had begun, and by then it was too late.

While you're working, you don't have to look life in the eye.

It was a well-known fact that the richness of buttery foods led to the moral ruin and confusion of the intellect.

Wine turns the wise man into a fool and the fool into a wise man.