When I like people immensely I never tell their names to anyone. It is like surrendering a part of them. I have grown to love secrecy.
I have nothing to declare but my genius, and this four-kilo bag of cocaine.
Oh, why will parents always appear at the wrong time? Some extraordinary mistake in nature, I suppose.
Questions are never indiscreet, answers sometimes are.
I do not approve of anything which tampers with natural ignorance
Those whom the gods love grow young.