There are people you remember and people you dream of.

Time curses all, I thought, except the truth.

I like to believe that storytelling transcends age limitations.

Perhaps for that very reason, I adored her all the more, because of the eternal human stupidity of pursuing those who hurt us the most.

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

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

A man must have vices, expensive ones if possible. Otherwise when he reaches old age he will have nothing to be redeemed from.