I write fast, because I have not the brains to write slow.

If each one of us could make just one other happy, the whole world would know happiness.

I am at home everywhere, and nowhere. I am never a stranger and I never quite belong.

If your vision of the world is of a certain kind you will put poetry in everything, necessarily.

Madame....gloatingly savored her words as earlier she had savored her pig's trotter.

And Boucard desisted, probably because like everyone else he was deeply impressed by this man who had laid all ghosts, who had lost all shadows, and who stared you in the eyes with cold serenity.

One of them, for example, which will probably haunt me more than any other is the problem of communication.