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.

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

Killing time is the chief end of our society.

Nature is honest, we aren't; we embalm our dead.

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

We cannot bear to regard ourselves simply as playthings of blind chance, we cannot admit to feeling ourselves abandoned.

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