My disinterest in your bullshit is so tangible you could make bricks out of it
I can’t name the poison that’s killing your friend. But the one that’s killing you is called hope.
Enlightenment! When it comes, it comes like a brick to the head, doesn't it?
I'm not as reckless as I used to be. You know, when I was little.
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.
To us — richer and cleverer than everyone else!