Have you never heard what the wise men say: all of the future exists in the past.

I remember things the way they should have been.

Anyone who ever gave you confidence, you owe them a lot.

A boy has to peddle his book.

But, my dear, so few things are fulfilled: what are most lives but a series of incompleted episodes? 'We work in the dark, we do what we can, we give what we have. Our doubt is our passion and our passion is our task...' It is wanting to know the end that makes us believe in God, or witchcraft, believe, at least, in something.

Still, when all is said, somewhere one must belong: even the soaring falcon returns to its master's wrist.

Fame is only good for one thing - they will cash your check in a small town.