There is no forgiveness in nature.

There is always a certain peace in being what one is, in being that completely.

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.

All of us are mad. If it weren't for the fact every one of us is slightly abnormal, there wouldn't be any point in giving each person a separate name.

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