When you're counting alibis and not apples, one plus one equals none.

I've reached the age where anyone who lets me talk seems like an old By listening to my memories, you have become part of them.

the emotions at death, as at birth, are instinctive and primitive.

If you go around looking for accidents, asking for them, they can't be called accidents any more.

I didn't mind giving up carnality, jewelry and red meat in return for comradeship and an afterlife.

Common sense is a vastly overrated virtue. I myself prefer the spark of genius.

The day will probably come when you can tell everything about a person from his dreams except his age and weight.