Thought itself needs words. It runs on them like a long wire. And if it loses the habit of words, little by little it becomes shapeless, somber.

Murderers, in general, are people who are consistent, people who are obsessed with one idea and nothing else.

I think the family is the place where the most ridiculous and least respectable things in the world go on.

Everyone has, inside himself ... what shall I call it? A piece of good news! Everyone is ... a very great, very important character.

It's perfectly obvious that somebody's responsible and somebody's innocent. Otherwise it [justice] makes no sense at all.

The first temptation, upon meeting an old friend after many years, is always to - look the other way.

There is always a certain peace in being what one is, in being that completely.