

“Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.” (Conan Doyle, The Sign of Four, chap. 6)
Hey pal, you ought quit that punk job of yours
(voir War and Peace)
What is love ? Love is the morning and the evening star. It shines upon the cradle of the babe, and sheds its radiance upon the quiet tomb. (Sinclair Lewis)
(Référence à Grand Hotel)
One minute you’re a howling banshee, the next minute you’re cold potatoes