All those moments, those memories. Everything that we are, compressed in just two or three kilos of paper — the weight of a human heart.

I am not at all a chocoholic. I would rather eat anchovy toast.

Somehow the anticipation of pain can be even more troubling, more a misery than the pain itself.

I'm incapable of hiding my feelings when I'm around someone I don't like.

You priests. You're all the same. You think fasting helps you think about God, when anyone who can cook would tell you that fasting just makes you think about food.

I am fascinated by how people eat and what it reveals about them.

The dead know everything but they don't give a damn.