Memory, like so much else, is unreliable. Not only for what it hides and what it alters, but also for what it reveals.

I like trains. I like their rhythm, and I like the freedom of being suspended between two places, all anxieties of purpose taken care of: for this moment I know where I am going.

There are no people who are whole" he says. "Everyone has issues of their own to deal with. Mine might be a little harder, but the main thing is how on deals with them.

The cynic sees only cynicism, the depressive can taint creation with one glance

Most people have no imagination. If they could imagine the sufferings of others, they would not make them suffer so.

Betrayal clearly has its own reward: the small deep human satisfaction of having one up on someone else. It is the psychology of the mistress, and this regime used it as fuel.

one does not remember one’s own pain. It is the suffering of others that undoes us

At the end of our lives it is our loves we remember most, because they are what shaped us. We have grown to be who we are around them, as around a stake.

I am a woman on her way to eat cake.

Per capita the East Germans drank more than twice as much as their West German counterparts.

I had very good eyes once. Though it's another thing to say what I saw. In my experience, it is entirely possible to watch something happen and not to see it at all.

In whatever you do, strive to be the best at it.

Why not go to war just for oil? We need oil. What do Hollywood celebrities imagine fuels their private jets? How do they think their cocaine is delivered to them?

Welcome, Ruin said, to godhood.

Romantic comedies are there to give us dreams and butterflies, but what we can create in our own lives could be not only better but real.

Lots of women love to accuse men of being immature when the fellow in question displays a reluctance to "commit"...

Be careful, boy. In some tales, the hero gets eaten by the monster after all .

In order to stave off covetouness, greed, and spite, citizens world over must be educated.

Religion may have been the original cure; Freud reminds us that it was also the original disease.

All of humanity is in peril of extinction if each one of us does not dare, now and henceforth, always to tell only the truth, and all the truth, and to do so promptly - right now.

When art becomes merely shock value, our sense of humanity is slowly degraded.