You have to live before you die, or you'll die before you live.
When you have been killed as many times as I have, you get used to it.
If I can't really find a way to live with myself, I can't expect anyone else to live with me.
Facts - behind them lies the whole fabric of deductive truth.
Clouseau: Does yer dewg bite? Inn Keeper: No Clouseau: Nice Doggy (bends down to pet a dachshund - it snarls and bites him) I thought you said yer dewg did not bite! Inn Keeper: Zat . . . iz not my dog!
I feel ghostly unreal until I become somebody else again on the screen.