But nobody ever forgot anything, not really, though sometimes they pretended, when it suited them. Memories were permanent. Sorrowful ones remained sad even with the passing of time, yet happy ones could never be recreated - not with the same joy. Remembering bred its own peculiar sorrow. It seemed so unfair: that time should render both sadness and happiness into a source of pain.

Birth and death - what could be more monstrous than that? We like to deceive ourselves and call it wondrous and beautiful and majestic, but it's freakish, let's face it.

Money can buy the necessary police order. Justice is sold to the highest bidder

Where humans are concerned, the only emotion that made sense was wonder, at their ability to endure.

Black money is so much a part of our white economy, a tumour in the centre of the brain - try to remove it and you kill the patient.

Hahnji, mister, you must be patient. Before you can name that corner, our future must become past.

...you have to use your failures as stepping stones to success. You have to maintain a fine balance between hope and despair. In the end it’s all a question of balance.