There are people you remember and people you dream of.

I think today will be the day. Today our luck will change,' I proclaimed on the wings of the first coffee of the day, pure optimism in a liquid state.

Where he had failed, I would triumph. Where he had lost his way, I would find the path out of the labyrinth.

Madmen always think it's the others who are mad.

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.

I prefer you like this, when you're in a foul mood, because you tell the truth.

Why is it that the less one has to say the more one says it in the most pompous and pedantic way possible?... Is it to fool the world or just to fool themselves?