A story is a letter that the author writes to himself, to tell himself things that he would be unable to discover otherwise.

That's what happens when people reach old age; nobody remembers they've been bastards too.

Paris is the only city in the world where starving to death is still considered an art.

We think we understand a song's lyrics but what makes us believe in them, or not, is the music

Keep your dreams, you never know when you might need them.

Whenever it poured like this, Max felt as if time was pausing. It was like a cease-fire during which you could stop whatever you were doing and just stand by a window for hours, watching the performance, an endless curtain of tears falling from heaven.

-Do you think it's dirty money? -All money is dirty. If it were clean nobody would want it.