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.

Sometimes we think people are like lottery tickets, that they're there to make our most absurd dreams come true.

Destiny doesn't do home visits... you have to go for it yourself.

. . .sometimes one feels freer speaking to a stranger than to people one knows. Why is that?" “Probably because a stranger sees us the way we are, not as he wishes to think we are.

God gives us life, but the world's landlord is the devil.

All true stories begin and end in a cemetery" - The Shadow of the Wind

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