We exist as long as somebody remembers us.

A good friend once told me that the problems are like cockroaches. If drawn to light, they'll get scared.

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.

In the shop we buy and sell them, but in truth books have no owner. Every book you see here has been somebody’s best friend.

It is impossible to survive in a prolonged state of reality.

Human beings believe just as they breathe - in order to survive.

Nobody had noticed, nobody had paid attention, but, as usual, the essential part of the matter had been settled before the story had begun, and by then it was too late.