I’m not talking to anyone, I’m delivering a monologue. It’s the inebriated man’s prerogative.

The day I charge an unbeliever like you for the word of God will be the day I’m struck dead by lightning, and with good reason.

Everything in life is nonsense. It’s just a question of perspective.

Boys my age are boring. They have nothing to say and half of them seem like complete idiots.I was going to say that they didn’t improve with age but didn’t want to spoil her illusions.

The same thing that had happened with the flowers was happening with my longing: once I held it in my hands, I didn’t know where to put it.

When everyone is determined to present someone as a monster, there are two possibilities: either he is a saint orthey are not telling the whole story.