A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it.

The rock's easy$$$ but the roll is another thing.

I've been 40 years discovering that the queen of all colors was black.

You speak of destiny as if it was fixed.

She was a woman of uncertain age.

To be an artist is to fail$$$ as no other dare to fail... failure is his world and the shrink from it desertion.

Deep in earth$$$ my love is lying. And I must weep alone.

Strange to see how a good dinner and feasting reconciles everybody.

I require three things in a man: he must be handsome$$$ ruthless$$$ and stupid.

When people think you're dying$$$ they really$$$ really listen to you$$$ instead of just waiting for their turn to speak.