Roberto Calvi Quotes

I've never wanted to hear.

It would take wild horses to get me to talk.

Well, I don't have anything to say to Mr. Sneddon, you know? Nothing at all.

Dead men tell no tales.

The death agony of the barricade was about to begin.For, since the preceding evening, the two rows of houses in the Rue de la Chanvrerie had become two walls; ferocious walls, doors closed, windows closed, shutters closed. A house is an escarpment, a door is a refusal, a facade is a wall. This wall hears, sees and will not. It might open and save you. No. This wall is a judge. It gazes at you and condemns you. What dismal things are closed houses.

None of my neighbors believe in what I say. They refuse to wear the rings. They will never accept my invention until the day they die. That's what I call the real antichrists.

No press, no television. If my mom calls and says, 'Did you hear about?' I don't want to know nothing about anything that is going on in relation to music. I shut it all off.

Loneliness is never more cruel than when it is felt in close propinquity with someone who has ceased to communicate.

I will not bond. I will not share. I refuse to nurture.

Tell him to go to Hell!

You can ask me anything you want. That doesn't mean I'm going to answer you.

You know, the less you say, the more they wonder.

In the past I led such a mysterious life. I didn't give interviews.

We don't like our lives being monitored, so when someone dies alone, perhaps there are always answers that remain out of reach.

At home we never mention football. Not with my wife, not with my sons, not with my mother. Sometimes they will see something in the paper and ask me what I think. But I say, nothing.

Whenever I am asked about my personal relationships, I politely reply, 'No comments.'

I used to follow people home. I just like being anonymous so much that I would follow people home because they didn't know who I was, and I could watch them. I know how that sounds. I could not exist but observe.

If you don't like it you can kiss my quiver

Whatever you're looking for, don't come around here no more.

You come here to tell us lies, but we don't want to hear them. If we told you more, you would have paid no attention. That is all I have to say.

When it's done, it's done. And no one will know until it's done.

I’m not going anywhere with you, you little shoemaker,” I said (Rachel to Trent)

The exhilaration was hard to explain. It was a lonely feeling — a somehow melancholy feeling. He was outside; he passed on the wings of the wind, and none of the people beyond the brightly lighted squares of their windows saw him. They were inside, inside where there was light and warmth. They didn't know he had passed them; only he knew. It was a secret thing.

Some doors are best left closed.

If i thought i was replying to someone who would every return to the world, this flame would cease it's flickering. But since no one has returned from these depths alive, if what I've heard is true, I will answer you without fear of infamy.