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.

A long association-prolonged human contact, when a man and woman live together-this ends up producing a sort of rot, a poison.

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

'Mad' is a term we use to describe a man who is obsessed with one idea and nothing else.

When you put a man and a woman together, there are some things they simply have to do. They embrace, they warm each other. All the rest is dead and empty.

All of us are mad. If it weren't for the fact that every one of us is slightly abnormal, there wouldn't be any point in giving each person a separate name.

Who cares about great marks left behind? We have one life... just one. Our life. We have nothing else.