The rest of my days I'm going to spend on the sea. And when I die, I'm going to die on the sea. You know what I shall die of? I shall die of eating an unwashed grape. One day out on the ocean I will die — with my hand in the hand of some nice-looking ship's doctor, a very young one with a small blond moustache and a big silver watch.

Morning can always be counted on to bring us back to a more realistic level.

For time is the longest distance between two places.

I gave up visiting my psychoanalyst because he was meddling too much in my private life.

Go, then! Go to the moon-you selfish dreamer!

Life is an unanswered question, but let's still believe in the dignity and importance of the question.

You said, 'They’re harmless dreamers and they’re loved by the people.' 'What,' I asked you, 'is harmless about a dreamer, and what,' I asked you, 'is harmless about the love of the people? Revolution only needs good dreamers who remember their dreams.