I treat my thoughts like an old person treats their valuables: I cannot for the life of me proceed to throwing them out.

When someone puts an end to something, it doesn't mean that he gave up, it means that thing is not taking him anywhere.

I had begun to feel that life was a repetition of the same thing; that there was nothing new either in me or in him; and that, on the contrary, we kept going back as it were on what was old.

When I was a child, I liked tasting any candy I happened to see, but as I grew older, I realized those are a great meal to the worms in my innards. Will you shun old habits or nay? That's the question.