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

The air seemed poisoned with fear and hatred. People eyed on another suspiciously, and the streets smelled of a silence that knotted your stomach.

People tend to complicate their own lives, as if living weren't already complicated enough.

Sometimes, in difficult circumstances, one can confuse compassion with love.

A book is a mirror that offers us only what we already carry inside us.

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

Sometimes we think people are like lottery tickets, that they're there to make our most absurd dreams come true.