It's dangerous to watch staggering butterflies. They have a plan but it has no meaning.

I had an uncle who was a postal official at the Polish post office in Gdansk. He was one of the defenders of the Polish postal service and, after it capitulated, was shot by the Germans under the provisions of martial law. Suddenly he was no longer a member of the family, and we were no longer allowed to play with his children.

Art is hard for a puritan to understand.

As a child I was a great liar. Fortunately my mother liked my lies. I promised her marvelous things.

If Jesus had been a hunchback, they could hardly have nailed him to the cross.

Who can deny that the environment has been destroyed?

Lies that do not hurt, which are different from lies that protect oneself or hurt another person. That is not my business. But the truth is mostly very boring, and you can help it along with lies. There is no harm in that.