Life had taught her that we all require big and small lies in order to survive, just as much as we need air. She used to say that if during one single day, from dawn to dusk, we could see the naked reality of the world, and of ourselves, we would either take our own lives or lose our minds.

I've always thought that anyone who needs to join a herd so badly must be a bit of a sheep himself.

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

My childhood was surrounded by books and writing. From a very early age I was fascinated by storytelling, by the printed word, by language, by ideas. So I would seek them out.

It's the student who makes the teacher, not the other way around.

But in good time you'll see that sometimes what matters isn't what one gives but what one gives up.

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.