People talk too much. Humans aren't descended from monkeys. They come from parrots.

Man...heats up like a lightbulb: red hot in the twinkling of an eye and cold again in a flash. The female, on the other hand...heats up like an iron. Slowly, over a low heat, like tasty stew. But then, once she has heated up, there's no stopping her.

I knew then that I would devote every minute we had left together to making her happy, to repairing the pain I had caused her and returning to her what I never known how to give her. These pages will be our memory until she drows her last breath in my arms and I take her forever and escape at last to a place where neither heaven nor hell will ever be able to find us.

I've always said that idleness dulls the spirit. We have to keep the brain busy, or at least the hands if we don't have a brain.

Wie fühlen Sie sich?', fragte der Arzt.'Etwas in Sorge, ehrlich gesagt. Ich habe geträumt, dass mich Jesus Christus besucht und wir ein langes, tiefgehendes Gespräch geführt haben.''Worüber?''Hauptsächlich über Fußball.

I discovered that seventeen-year-old girls have such huge verbal energy that their brain drives them to expend it every twenty seconds. On the third day I decided I had to find her a boyfriend -- if possible, a deaf one.

You're in love," he mumbled, full of emotion, patting me on the back. "Poor kid.

Don't be bashful; we're among gentlemen. It's a known fact that we men are the missing link between the pirate and the pig.

... And what am I to do?""Well, that depends. Do you like the girl?""Like her? I don't know. How do you know if...?""It's very simple. Do you look at her furtively and feel like biting her?""Biting her?""On her backside, for example.