All pretty girls are a trap, a pretty trap, and men expect them to be.

What is straight? A line can be straight, or a street, but the human heart, oh, no, it's curved like a road through mountains.

They told me to take a streetcar named Desire and then transfer to one called Cemeteries and ride six blocks and get off at - Elysian Fields!

Make voyages. Attempt them. There's nothing else.

Why is it so damn hard for people to talk?

Kill off all my demons and my angels might die too.

Luck is believing you're lucky.