We exist as long as somebody remembers us.

There are two things in life you cannot choose. The first is your enemies; the second your family. Sometimes the difference between them is hard to see, but in the end time will show you that the cards you have been dealt could always have been worse.

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.

Literature, at least good literature, is science tempered with the blood of art. Like architecture or music.

Presents are made for the pleasure of who gives them, not the merits of who receives them.

Few things are more deceptive than memories.

The air seemed poisoned with fear and hatred. People eyed on another suspiciously, and the streets smelled of a silence that knotted your stomach.