No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found.

We always find something, eh Didi, to let us think we exist?

My mistakes are my life.

To him who has nothing it is forbidden not to relish filth.

There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet.

I use the words you taught me. If they don't mean anything any more, teach me others. Or let me be silent.

Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.