The virtue of maps, they show what can be done with limited space, they foresee that everything can happen therein.

Such is our need to shower blame on some distant entity when it is we who lack the courage to face up to what is there before us.

We never consider that the things dogs know about us are things of which we have not the faintest notion.

Every second that passes is like a door that opens to allow in what has not yet happened, what we call the future, but, to challenge the contradictory nature of what we have just said, perhaps it would be more accurate to say that the future is just an immense void, that the future is just the time on which the eternal present feeds.

No, there are three people in a marriage, there's the woman, there's the man, and there's what I call the third person, the most important, the person who is composed of the man and woman together.

The church has never been asked to explain anything, our speciality, along with ballistics, has always been the neutralisation of the overly curious mind through faith.

Everything in this world can volunteer some reply, what takes up time is posing the questions.