We have our dreams because without them we could not bear the truth.

A man can gasp out his life beside you-and you feel none of it. Pity, Sympathy, sure-but you don't feel the pain. Your belly is whole and that's what counts. A half-yard away someone's world is snuffled out in roaring agony-and you feel nothing. That's the misery of the world.

Everyone saves someone at least once. Just as he kills someone at least once. Even though he may not know it.

Anything you can settle with money is cheap.

Nothing is the mirror in which you see the world.

We are forlorn like children, and experienced like old men, we are crude and sorrowful and superficial—I believe we are lost.

Our knowledge of life is limited to death