Oh, what a wicked world it is that drives a man to sin.

I spent my whole life trying not to be careless. Women and children can afford to be careless, but not men.

Actions defined a man; words were a fart in the wind

When I was young, some women told me they loved me for my long eyelashes. I accepted. Later it was for my wit. Then for my power and money. Then for my talent. Then for my mind-deep. OK, I can handle all of it. The only woman who scares me is the one who loves me for myself alone. I have plans for her. I have poisons and daggers and dark graves in caves to hide her head. She can't be allowed to live. Especially if she's sexually faithful and never lies and always puts me ahead of everything and everyone.

It can be argued that man's instinct to gamble is the only reason he is still not a monkey up in the trees.

Tell my father I wish to be his son.

He smelled the garden, the yellow shield of light smote his eyes, and he whispered, "Life is so beautiful." ... Yes, he thought, if I can die saying, "Life is so beautiful," then nothing else is important.