“The past was a lie, memory has no return, every spring gone by could never be recovered, and the wildest and most tenacious love is an ephemeral truth in the end”
“Wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.”
“No, not rich. I am a poor man with money, which is not the same thing.”
“...the day shit is worth money, poor people will be born without an asshole”
“The heart's memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good.”
“Escaped the torments of memory with the aromatic fumes of gold cyanide”