You don't pick who you fall in love with. There are so few people to love. It's hard for one adult to even like another. Almost impossible.

Life's what's important. Walking, houses, family. Birth and pain and joy - and then death.

It is the plain women who know about love; the beautiful women are too busy being fascinating.

To keep your character intact you cannot stoop to filthy acts. It makes it easier to stoop the next time.

I don't believe in religion. I believe the example of Christ. I believe in the example of a perfect human being that if you can live for other people away from yourself you will be happy. If you live for yourself you will be unhappy and then you will not be able to sleep or do anything else... finally. I think insofar, and I really believe this, insofar as people do live with the other fellow [God] in mind, they have to be happy you know? Because it raises you up.

It's a rather rude gesture, but at least it's clear what you mean.

You don't pick who you fall in love with. There are so few people to love. It's hard for one adult to even like another. Almost impossible.