“Loveless work, boring work, work valued only because others haven’t got even that much, however loveless and boring – this is one of the harshest human miseries.”

They say the first love’s most important. That’s very romantic, but not my experience.

No day copies yesterday, no two nights will teach what bliss is in precisely the same way, with precisely the same kisses.

What does the world get from two people/who exist in a world of their own?

Generally speaking, life is so rich and full of variety; you have to remember all the time that there is a comical side to everything.

I cannot imagine any writer who would not fight for his peace and quiet.

I’m working on the world, revised, improved edition, featuring fun for fools blues for brooders, combs for bald pates, tricks for old dogs.

There’s simply too much fuss about myself.

Animals don’t even try to look any different from what nature intended. They humbly wear their shells, scales, spines, plumes, pelts, and down. The conscious impulse to change one’s appearance is found only among humans.

Such certainty is beautiful, but uncertainty is more beautiful still.

Even the worst book can give us something to think about.

And whatever I do will become forever what I’ve done.

Is a decision made in advance really any kind of choice?

Something doesn’t start at its usual time. Something doesn’t happen as it should. Someone was always, always here, then suddenly disappeared and stubbornly stays disappeared.

We’re extremely fortunate not to know precisely the kind of world we live in. One would have to live a long, long time, unquestionably longer than the world itself.

There is so much Everything that Nothing is hidden quite nicely.

In every tragedy, an element of comedy is preserved. Comedy is just tragedy reversed.

When I have to go to Cannes, that is boring to me.

We’re all going to change. Otherwise, it’s boring. Who wants to stay the damn same all their life?

I don’t know where I’m going from here, but I promise it won’t be boring.

I was bored one day, so my dad took me to this acting school. I liked it more than having fun – I liked it for an actual job.

The one unforgivable sin is to be boring.

I tell you, the paparazzi would not be sitting outside if they realized I was the most boring person in Hollywood.

You need to let little things that would ordinarily bore you suddenly thrill you.

Some people think, if you’re in the public eye, that you have to have an answer for everything and it has to be boring.