We rarely get to prepare ourselves in meadows or on graveled walks; we do it on short notice in places without windows, hospital corridors, rooms like this lounge with its cracked plastic sofa and Cinzano ashtrays, where the cafe curtains cover blank concrete. In rooms like this, with so little time, we prepare our gestures, get them by heart so we can do them when we're frightened in the face of Doom.

We can only learn so much and live.

I would not have had that happen to you. Discourtesy is unspeakably ugly to me.

The advantage of beating a mute is he can't tell on you.

It's hard... to shake off something that's already under your skin.

It's hard to have anything isn't it? Rare to get it, hard to keep it. This is a damn slippery planet.

When the Fox hears the Rabbit scream he comes a-runnin', but not to help.