There's a theory that snoring at night in sleep is a subconscious defence reflex-a warning sound that frightened potential predators away from the mouth of the cave when our lower-paleolithic ancestors huddled in vulnerable sleep. That group of nomads, cameleers, sheep and goat herders, farmers, and guerilla fighters lent credibility to the idea, for they snored so thunderously and with such persistent ferocity through the long, cold night that they would've frightened a pride of ravenous lions into scattering like startled mice.

Luck is what happens to you when fate gets tired of waiting

Because my life has been so notorious and so bad, it can overshadow my work.

I sometimes think that the size of our happiness is inversely proportional to the size of our house.

Some feelings sink so deep into the heart that only loneliness can help you find them again.

And money, if the pile gets high enough, is something like a big political party: it does as much harm as it does good, it puts too much power in too few hands, and the closer you come to it the dirtier you get.

If you make your heart into a weapon, you end up using it on yourself.