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

Never trust girls who let themselves be touched right away. But even less those who need a priest for approval.

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

Who are the lunatics? The ones who see horror in the heart of their fellow humans and search for peace at any price? Or the ones who pretend they don't see what's going on around them? The world belongs either to lunatics or hypocrites. There are no other races on this earth. You must choose which one to belong to.

Don Basilio was a forbidding-looking man with a bushy mustache who did not suffer fools and who subscribed to the theory that the liberal use of adverbs and adjectives was the mark of a pervert or someone with a vitamin deficiency.

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

Presents are made for the pleasure of who gives them, not the merits of who receives them.