Everything is a tale, Martin. What we believe, what we know, what we remember, even what we dream. Everything is a story, a narrative, a sequence of events with characters communicating an emotional content. We only accept as true what can be narrated.

Waiting is the rust of the soul.

There are people you remember and people you dream of.

There was no more good or evil in this world than we imagine there to be, either out of greed or out of innocence. Or sometimes madness.

If you think you’re the only person for whom life is painful, you’re wrong. And if you don’t mind letting yourself die like a dog, at least have the decency to remember that there are those of us who do care – although, to tell the truth, I don’t see why?

The most efficient way of rendering the poor harmless is to teach them to want to imitate the rich.

I decided that my existence would be one of books and silence.