I still remember the day my father took me to the Cemetery of Forgotten Books for the first time.

Nothing is fair. The most one can hope is for things to be logical. Justice is a rare illness in a world that is otherwise a picture of health.

There are few reasons for telling the truth, but for lying the number is infinite.

Man...heats up like a lightbulb: red hot in the twinkling of an eye and cold again in a flash. The female, on the other hand...heats up like an iron. Slowly, over a low heat, like tasty stew. But then, once she has heated up, there's no stopping her.

I'm not talking to anyone, I'm delivering a monologue. It's the inebriated man's prerogative.

The most efficient way of rendering the poor harmless is to teach them to want to imitate the rich.

You young people never say anything. And us old folks don't know how to stop talking.