No reason to be angry. Anger just distracts from the all-encompassing sadness.

What matters to you defines your mattering.

I like this world. I like drinking champagne. I like not smoking. I like Dutch people speaking Dutch.

You have a choice in this world, I believe, about how to tell sad stories, and we made the funny choice.

There will come a time, when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything.

I was born into Bolívar's labyrinth, and so I must believe in the hope of Rabelais' Great Perhaps.

I was a fairly shy person - not the hand raising type.