I'm interested in everything. I don't see why Borges can't work along with Neil Gaiman, or Stephen King can't be mixed with Balzac. It's just storytelling; it's different ways of using codes and images and words and sounds.

Money is like any other virus: once it has rotted the soul of the person who houses it, it sets off in search of new blood.

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

None of us are what we once were.

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.

There are worse prisons than words.

Wine turns the wise man into a fool and the fool into a wise man.