When you throw everything up in the air anything becomes possible.

I admit it: above all things$$$ I fear absurdity.

I want more than what I want.

We were language's magpies by nature$$$ stealing whatever sounded bright and shiny.

Respectable people... What bastards!

There's always room for a story that can transport people to another place.

There is nothing better than the encouragement of a good friend.

All my misfortunes come of having thought too well of my fellows.

It ain't no sin$$$ to take off your skin and dance around in your bones.

He who blushes is already guilty.