It’s curious how easy it is to tell a piece of paper what you don’t dare say to someone’s face.
It wasn’t worth wasting your time trying to change the world; it was enough not to let the world change you.
It seems that in the advanced stages of stupidity, a lack of ideas is compensated for by an excess of ideologies.
Inspiration comes when you stick your elbows on the table, your bottom on the chair and you start sweating. Choose a theme, an idea, and squeeze your brain until it hurts. That’s called inspiration.’
In this world, everything is a fake. Everything except money.
If you really want to possess a woman, you must think like her, and the first thing to do is to win over her soul. The rest, that sweet, soft wrapping that steals away your senses and your virtue, is a bonus.
If people stopped to consider even a quarter of what they say, this world would be paradise.
I’ve learnt that solitude is sometimes a path that leads to peace.
I think you judge yourself too severely, a quality that always distinguishes people of true worth.
I stepped into the bookshop and breathed in that perfume of paper and magic that strangely no one had ever thought of bottling.
I imagine that some people, like some toys, are born defective – which I suppose makes us all broken toys, don’t you think?
I don’t suppose you have many friends. Neither do I. I don’t trust people who say they have a lot of friends. It’s a sure sign that they don’t really know anyone.
