The last thing you know about yourself is your effect.

Humankind can tolerate only so much rejection.

I have teken refuge in the doctrine that advises one not to seek tranquility in certainty but in permanently suspended judgement.

It's amazing how sudden the effect is - it must be the result of a deep atavistic mating urge buried inside us. A glance and you think: 'Yes, this is the one, this one is right for me.' Every instinct in your body seems to sing in unison.

There are things in life we don't understand, and when we meet them, all we can do is let them alone.

She's half mad and three parts drunk.

I don't think they'll ever make a retro Bond.