Sometimes feeling and thinking are one and the same.

I don't suppose you have many friends. Neither do I. I don't trust people who say they have a lot of friends. It's a sure sign that they don't really know anyone.

I discovered that seventeen-year-old girls have such huge verbal energy that their brain drives them to expend it every twenty seconds. On the third day I decided I had to find her a boyfriend -- if possible, a deaf one.

Everything can be forgiven in this world, save telling the truth.

It's up to you how you waste your time and money. I'm staying here to read: life's too short.

They had parted as boys, and now life presented one of them with a fugitive and the other with a dying man. Both wondered whether this was due to the cards they'd been dealt or to the way they had played them.

There are few reasons for telling the truth, but for lying the number is infinite.