There are three things I always forget. Names, faces and... the third I can't remember

Who knows whether, if I had given up smoking, I should really have become the strong perfect man I imagined? Perhaps it was this very doubt that bound me to my vice, because life is so much pleasanter if one is able to believe in one's own latent greatness

You see things less clearly when you open your eyes too wide.

God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.

You can just sit in here, impervious and invisible. So invisible you
might even forget yourself.

Arnie is never going to slow down. You can forget it,