Like flowers scattered in a storm, a man's life is a long farewell.

Memory is like fiction; or else it's fiction that's like memory.

Time passes slowly. Nobody says a word, everyone lost in quiet reading. One person sits at a desk jotting down notes, but the rest are sitting there silently, not moving, totally absorbed. Just like me.

No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself.

No, I don't want your money. The world moves less by money than by what you owe people and what they owe you. I don't like to owe anybody anything, so I keep to myself as much on the lending side as I can.

Now and then may not be enough…You have to enjoy it while you’re still young. enjoy it to the fullest. You can use the memories of what you did to warm your body after you get old and can’t do it anymore.

Adults need more complex narratives. They have their own narratives. The main characters are themselves.