Hatred seems to work on the same glands as love: it even produces the same actions. If we had not been taught how to interpret the story of the Passion, would we have been able to say from their actions alone whether it was the jealous Judas or the cowardly Peter who loved Christ?

I've caught belief like a disease. I've fallen into belief like I fell in love.

Despair is the price one pays for setting himself an impossible aim.

Sooner or later... one has to take sides. If one is to remain human.

There are times when a lover longs to be also a father and a brother: he is jealous of the years he hasn't shared.

I don't care a damn about men who are loyal to the people who pay them, to organizations...I don't think even my country means all that much. There are many countries in our blood, aren't there, but only one person. Would the world be in the mess it is if we were loyal to love and not to countries?

I can't talk you in terms of time --your time and my time are different