People only disappear when they have somewhere to go

I became a writer, a teller of tales, because otherwise I would have died... or worse.

Who are the lunatics? The ones who see horror in the heart of their fellow humans and search for peace at any price? Or the ones who pretend they don't see what's going on around them? The world belongs either to lunatics or hypocrites. There are no other races on this earth. You must choose which one to belong to.

Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.

The wider the author's arsenal of tools and the better technically equipped the storyteller is, the better the tale will be.

In this world the only opinion that holds court is prejudice.

Everything can be forgiven in this world, save telling the truth.