You Englishmen, ’ said Herr Wurter. ‘You are all the same. Wherever you are you behave as if you were at home and your word was law.

It's wearying, like Caliban buttonholing you in hell and telling you the struggle he's having getting along with himself.

When you are angry, do not speak, but close your eyes. You can regain your inner peace with a word of prayer.

Survive, survive and survive – these are the quintessential laws of Nature. But survive does not always mean being mean.

I alternate between thinking of the planet as home - dear and familiar stone hearth and garden - and as a hard land of exile in which we are all sojourners.

To describe drunkenness for the colorful vocabulary is rather cynical. There is nothing easier than to capitalize on drunkards.

I remember distinctly telling my father-in-law, barring a miracle, we're going to have to terminate the pregnancy. Her health has to come first

You can't stop rock-n-roll!

The experiences of the heartless are so limited. It is hate that is blind. Love may miss a flaw here and there, but hate misses beauty everywhere.

It is the crushed grape that gives out the blood-red wine: it is the suffering soul that breathes the sweetest melodies.

Boredom turns to panic if my beloved leaves before the usual time.

The world is impermanent. One should constantly remember death.