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

I've always said that idleness dulls the spirit. We have to keep the brain busy, or at least the hands if we don't have a brain.

There are worse prisons than words.

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

One is never wholly conscious of the greed hidden in one's heart until one hears the sweet sound of silver.

. . .sometimes one feels freer speaking to a stranger than to people one knows. Why is that?" “Probably because a stranger sees us the way we are, not as he wishes to think we are.

I wandered off, walking through streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking that if I didn't stop, if I kept on walking, I wouldn't notice that the world I thought I knew was no longer there.