The devil! what beastly things our memories insist on cherishing!

Curiosity killed the cat.

How thick the fog is. I can't see the road. All the people in the world could pass by and I would never know. I wish it was always that way. It's getting dark already. It will soon be night, thank goodness.

It's a great game - the pursuit of happiness.

We are where centuries only count as seconds, and after a thousand lives, our eyes begin to open.

It was a great mistake, my being born a man, I would have been much more successful as a seagull or a fish. As it is, I will always be a stranger who never feels at home, who does not really want and is not really wanted, who can never belong, who must be a little in love with death!

God gave us mouths that close and ears that don't... that should tell us something.