Justice! Custodian of the world! But since the world errs, justice must be custodian of the world's errors.

It so difficult to know what the people we love really need.

A vague uneasiness: the police. It's like when you suddenly understand you have to undress in front of the doctor.

We play make believe, pretend to take ourselves and each other seriously--to love each other, hate each other--but then--it isn't true. It isn't true, we don't care at all!

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

Memories are like stones, time and distance erode them like acid.

At any given moment, I open my eyes and exist.