A good father. A man with a head, a heart, and a soul. A man capable of listening, of leading and respecting a child, and not of drowning his own defects in him. Someone whom a child will not only love because he's his father, but will also admire for the person he is. Someone he would want to grow up to resemble.

If people thought a quarter of what they speak, this world would be heaven.

somethings can only be seen in the shadows

-Do you think it's dirty money? -All money is dirty. If it were clean nobody would want it.

I looked up towards the immensity of the labyrinth. "How does one choose a single book among so many?" Isaac shrugged his shoulders. 'Some like to believe it's the book that chooses the person...destiny, in other words.

I've always said that idleness dulls the spirit. We have to keep the brain busy, or at least the hands if we don't have a brain.

His soul is in his stories. I once asked him who inspired him to create his characters, and his answer was no one. That all his characters were himself.