What condemnation could possibly be more harsh than one’s own, when self-pretense is no longer possible?

After a while, though, even the deepest sorrow faltered, even the most penetrating despair lost its scalpel edge.

Everyone has something to hide. And if they couldn't hide it the world would be in a lot worse mess than it is.

I can get pissed off very easily.

And, before science had caught up with the legend, the legend had swallowed science and everything.

A man could get used to anything if he had to.

Heaven would never be heaven without you.