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

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

This free will business is a bit terrifying anyway. It's almost pleasanter to obey, and make the most of it.

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.

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

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