Don’t invite envy to your house – you never know who will show up, ” she used to warn me.

Honest dishonesty. That’s quite the oxymoron – but I like the originality that you’ve brought to bear in the art of rationalization. Maybe you should consider becoming a lawyer, ” he added jokingly.

It will all work out, Inas. You come from a long line of survivors and strong women. So everything will be fine in the end. And we are always with you in spirit, to guide you and love you.

I’m not sure. But – unless I’m struggling with the darkness within – I like to sustain the illusion that death is actually much further from me than it really is.

Compartmentalization is an unconscious psychological defense mechanism employed to avoid cognitive dissonance.

Sometimes violence is necessary to prevent even more violence, ” I concluded, almost as if it were an epiphany.

Because in the end, we die. It’s like Chekhov observed in so many of his plays: ‘in two hundred years, no one will even know we were here.

All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing.” (Edmund Burke)

Isn’t it better just to make your own money, and then spend it how and when you want, and with dignity?

So if you choose me, then you have declared me more special to you than anyone else, because only one man can have that honor.

And I know what people say about not listening to insults or how you should let stuff roll off you, but it’s not that easy.

let me whisper my belief, entre nous, that of those eminent philosophers who cry out against parsons the loudest, there are not many who have got their knowledge of the church by going thither often.

The love of every single one of my lives.

It's always better to live the truth than to live a lie.

I am proudly not a politician, because I am not behold to any special interest.

How can I explain purposely setting foot on a path so blatantly treacherous? Was the fun in the fall?

You know it's a good show when you involve fire and dolls and unitards.

Passing my motorcycle theory test gave me a disproportionate feeling of greatness.

Nor ought a genius less than his that writ attempt translation.

I never had a doubt in my mind. I always knew that, with the right material, I could pop a hit.