You're all mad for words. Words are just farts from a lot of fools who have swallowed too many books. Give me things!

Few people can see genius in someone who has offended them.

The division between art and deviousness and crime is sometimes as thin as a cigarette paper.

Money, it is often said, does not bring happiness; it must be added, however, that it makes it possible to support unhappiness with exemplary fortitude.

Everything matters. The Universe is approximately fifteen billion years old, and I swear that in all that time, nothing has ever happened that has not mattered, has not contributed in some way to the totality.

The nature of happiness is such that happiness retreats the more intensely you pursue it.

Nobody who looks as though he enjoyed life is ever called distinguished, though he is a man in a million.