“Love is a battle lost before even begun.”

“Love hasn't got anything to do with the heart, the heart's a disgusting organ, a sort of pump full of blood. Love is primarily concerned with the lungs. People shouldn't say "she's broken my heart" but "she's stifled my lungs." Lungs are the most romantic organs: lovers and artists always contract tuberculosis. It's not a coincidence that Chekhov, Kafka, D.H. Lawrence, Chopin, George Orwell and St Thérèse of Lisieux all died of it; as for Camus, Moravia, Boudard and Katherine Mansfield, would they have written the same books if it werent for TB?”

“Mīlestībai nav nekāda sakara ar sirdi - šo atbaidošo orgānu, asiņu pumpi. Mīlestība vispirms saņem ciet plaušas. Vajadzētu teikt nevis: "Man ir salauzta sirds,"bet gan:"Man ir aizsprostojušās plaušas.”

“Tā kā nabagie mirst,bagātajiem ir iemesls dzīvot.”

“Lietas jāsauc īstajos vārdos: skūpsts reizēm ir skaistāks par aktu.”

“Neviens reklāmas pārstāvis nevēlas jūsu laimi, jo laimīgi cilvēki nav patērētāji.”

“Ar reklāmu nejoko.”