“O Hathor,” Cleo began, “why bless me with an abundance of gorgeousness and then deprive me of people to envy it? Especially on a Saturday night?”
“So bless me then, you tranquil eye that can behold even the greatest happiness without envy!”
“Ser Cleos looked like a weasel, fought like a goose, and had the courage of an especially brave ewe.”
“Perhaps your envy counselled her Heathcliff to rob me of my treasures? But I've most of them written on my brain and printed in my heart, and you cannot deprive me of those.”
“Rich People plan for three generationsPoor people plan for Saturday night”
“I was never young. This idea of fun: cars, girls, saturday night, bottle of wine... to me, these things are morbid. I was always attracted to people with the same problems as me. It doesn't help when most of them are dead.”