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

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

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

Behind everything we feel, there is always a sense of fear.

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

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.

Each of us is the only person who can give the other what each of us wants to have: Peace.