It won't be easy, that is why I have always failed where others have succeeded.
Facts - behind them lies the whole fabric of deductive truth.
There is no me. I do not exist. There used to be a me but I had it surgically removed.
If I can't really find a way to live with myself, I can't expect anyone else to live with me.
Is there anybody hiding there in the dark?
François: Do you know what kind of a bomb it was? Clouseau: Yes, the exploding kind.