Advice,' Doña Vorchenza chuckled. 'Advice. The years play a sort of alchemical trick, transmuting one's mutterings to a state of respectability. Give advice at forty and you're a nag. Give it at seventy and you're a sage.

When the sky’s falling, I take shelter under bullshit.

You can't help being young, but it's past time that you stopped being stupid.

To us — richer and cleverer than everyone else!

You're ten pints of crazy in a one-pint glass.

There are only three people in life you can never fool--pawnbrokers, whores, and your mother. Since your mother's dead, I've taken her place. Hence, I'm bullshit-proof.

I think piracy is a bit like drinking. You want to stay out all night doing it, you pay the price the next day.