I was aware of the risks I was taking, but I did'nt care.

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.

Theory is the practice of the impotent.

Resentment slowly poisoned my blood and I laughed at myself and my absurd hopes.

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.

Are you not tempted to create a story for which men and women would live and die, for which they would be capable of killing and allowing them to be killed, of sacrificing and condemning themselves, of handling over their souls?

Envy is the religion of the mediocre