The 100-Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out the Window and Disappeared

‘That’s something you’ll have to talk to her about yourself, Mr Wholesale Merchant. Do you want to borrow a spade?’

‘Couldn’t you have chosen to die in a less idiotic manner?’ said Allan’s

mother to the telegram from the consulate.

if there was one thing life had taught Allan, it was that people insisted on being one or the other

Just imagine that something so complicated could have such a simple solution!

Allan was still unable to understand why everything always had to become the exact opposite of what it was.
An unsuccessful military coup from the Right was followed by a general strike from the Left. Then there was a general election. The Left won, and the Right got grumpy, or was it the other way around? Allan wasn’t really sure. In the end, there was war.

Revenge is like politics, one thing always leads to another until bad has become worse, and worse has become worst.

Things are what they are, and whatever will be will be.

The hundred-year-old man had never let himself be irritated by people, even when there was a good reason to be

My name is Dollars,’ said Allan. ‘One Hundred Thousand Dollars

‘Hello? Are you there, Mr Dollars?’
‘Yes, I am,’ said Allan.
‘Excuse me, what is your first name, Mr Dollars?’
‘One Hundred Thousand,’ said Allan. ‘I am Mr One Hundred Thousand Dollars, and I want permission to land at your airport.’