French is the language that turns dirt into romance.

Fools are the only folk on the earth who can absolutely count on getting what they deserve.

Love among the ruins... I'll tell you something, my friend: Weird love's better than no love at all.

I'm convinced that FEAR is at the root, of all bad writing

The beauty of religious mania is that it has the power to explain everything. Once God (or Satan) is accepted as the first cause of everything which happens in the mortal world, nothing is left to chance ... or change. Once such incantatory phrases as "we see now through a glass darkly" and "mysterious are the ways". He chooses His wonders to perform" are mastered, logic can be happily tossed out the window". Religious mania is one of the few infallible ways of responding to the world's vagaries, because it totally eliminates pure accident. To the true religious maniac, it's all on purpose.

The crazy people of the world...shouldn't get to win. If God won't make it better after they do have their shitty little victories, then ordinary people have to. They have to try, at least.

Anything with the power to make you laugh over thirty years later isn’t a waste of time. I think something like that is very close to immortality.