A third-class carriage is a community, while a first-class carriage is a place of wild hermits.
The only form of fiction in which real characters do not seem out of place is history. In novels they are detestable.
What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise
Cats are put on earth to remind us that not everything has a purpose.
Everyone may not be good, but there's always something good in everyone. Never judge anyone shortly because every saint has a past and every sinner has a future.
They get up early, because they have so much to do, and go to bed early, because they have so little to think about.
It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious.
Never have I had such assistants to disrobe me, and never have I put off my clothes before such a company
I was that kind of kid that was going to the movies every weekend, I couldnt get enough of the movies, and now I get to make them. So I kind of have a one-track mind.
I miss him still today: his long, whiskery eyebrows, his huge hands and hugs, his warmth, his prayers, his stories, but above all his shining example of how to live and how to die.
A lot of writers whom I love, admire and call friends share this feeling, which is this fundamental idea that we're frauds. That we will be pushed out on to the stage, and it will be revealed that the emperor has no clothes.