I do not aim with my hand; he who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father. I aim with my eye. I do not shoot with my hand; he who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father. I shoot with my mind. I do not kill with my gun; he who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father. I kill with my heart.

Let me tell you something my friend. Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane.

We lie best when we lie to ourselves.

This is a short book because most books about writing are filled with bullshit.

Shall there be truth between us, as two men? Not as friends, but as enemies and equals?

I don't like the idea that I am going to come back as an ant or a sparrow if I don't get along in the great karma of life.

The only [working] ritual is making tea. I use the loose leaves and drink it by the gallon.