悲观主义者是这种人：当他可以从两种罪恶中选择时，他把两种都选了。

She's simply too strange. We can't relate to her, she speaks in a funny way, she comes from an odd place. So we can't relate to her, and when you can't relate to somebody, you don't envy them. The closer two people are -- in age, in background, in the process of identification -- the more there's a danger of envy, which is incidentally why none of you should ever go to a school reunion, because there is no stronger reference point than people one was at school with.

There is no death, daughter. People die only when we forget them.

To be human is to be incomplete, always searching.

The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes.