Everyone underestimates their own life. Funny thing is, in the end, all our stories...they're the same. In fact, no matter where you go in the world, there is only one important story: of youth, loss and yearning for redemption. So we tell the same story, over and over. Only the details are different.

Lately you are brooding too much about rights. Give up this dangerous habit.

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

If there was an abundance of misery in the world, there was also sufficient joy, yes - as long as one knew where to look for it.

In foreign countries they fear baldness. They are so rich in foreign countries, they can afford to fear all kinds of silly things.

Loss is essential, loss is part and parcel of that necessary calamity called life. Mind you, I'm not complaining. Thanks to some inexplicable universal guiding force, it is always the worthless things we lose - slough off, like a moulting snake. Losing and losing again, is the very basis of the process, til all we are left with is the bare essence of human existence.

There was no such thing as perfect privacy, life was a perpetual concert-hall recital with a captive audience.