You’re my religion. You’re all I’ve got.

It is good that we do not have to try to kill the sun or the moon or the stars. It is enough to live on the sea and kill our true brothers.

A writer should write what he has to say and not speak it.

You did not kill the fish only to keep alive and to sell for food, he thought. You killed him for pride and because you are a fisherman. You loved him when he was alive and you loved him after. If you love him, it is not a sin to kill him. Or is it more?

The road to Hell is paved with unbought stuffed dogs.

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

There are only two places in the world where we can live happy: at home and in Paris.