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

Money is like any other virus: once it has rotted the soul of the person who houses it, it sets off in search of new blood.

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

Deep down we've never been who we think we once were, and we only remember what never happened.

Every book has a soul, the soul of the person who wrote it and the soul of those who read it and dream about it.

Nobody knows much about women, not even Freud, not even women themselves. But it's like electricity: you don't need to know how it works to get a shock on the fingers.

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