Envy is the religion of the mediocre

None of us are what we once were.

I became a writer, a teller of tales, because otherwise I would have died... or worse.

I could tell you it's the heart, but what is really killing him is loneliness. Memories are worse than bullets.

It's up to you how you waste your time and money. I'm staying here to read: life's too short.

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

I've always thought that anyone who needs to join a herd so badly must be a bit of a sheep himself.