One's destination is never a place but rather a new way of looking at things.

Without a Coca-Cola life is unthinkable.

Until it is kindled by a spirit as flamingly alive as the one which gave it birth a book is dead to us. Words divested of their magic are but dead hieroglyphs.

I had to learn, as I soon did, that one must give up everything and not do anything else but write, that one must writer and write and write, even if everybody in the world advises you against it, even if nobody believes in you.

Every day the choice is presented to us, to live up to the spirit that is in us, or deny it.

The study of crime begins with the knowledge of oneself. All that you despise, all that you loathe, all that you reject, all that you condemn and seek to convert by punishment springs from you.

History is the myth, the true myth, of man's fall made manifest in time.