And then one day when you're playing your little game you'll suddenly find yourself pinned down like a butterfly.
He was a secret agent, and still alive thanks to his exact attention to the detail of his profession.
Love of life is born of the awareness of death, of the dread of it.
Everyone has the revolver of resignation in his pocket.
Loneliness becomes a lover, solitude a darling sin.
Unfortunately most ways of making big money take a long time. By the time one has made the money one is too old to enjoy it.