He lost himself in the words and images conjured in his mind and for a while forgot ... He found himself flying among stars and planets.

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.

A secret's worth depends on the people from whom it must be kept.

The world's very small when you don't have anywhere to go.

Every labyrinth has its minotaur

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.

A story is a letter that the author writes to himself, to tell himself things that he would be unable to discover otherwise.