We think. We are not peasants. We are mechanics. But even the peasants know better than to believe in a war. Everybody hates war. There is a class that control a country that is stupid and down not realise anything and never can. That is why we have this war. Also they make money out of it.

A cat has absolute emotional honesty: human beings, for one reason or another, may hide their feelings, but a cat does not.

I believe that basically you write for two people; yourself to try to make it absolutely perfect; or if not that then wonderful. Then you write for who you love whether she can read or write or not and whether she is alive or dead.

I'm tired of everybody. Please forgive me.

Now is no time to think of what you do not have. Think of what you can do with that there is

You make your own luck, Gig. You know what makes a good loser? Practice.

Man is not made for defeat.