Death is part of who we are. It guides us. It shapes us. It drives us to madness. Can you still be human if you have no mortal end

It's amazing that a man who is dead can talk to people through these pages. As long as this books survives, his ideas live.

The future will be what it will, and fretting about it will only make your fears more likely to come true.

He closed his eyes and sank into the warm dusk that separates consciosness and sleep, where reality bends and sways to the wind of thought, and where creativity blossoms in its freedom from boundaries and all things are possible.

Let no man, in whatever rank or superiority, control your mind and tell you what to do

Characters are born from necessity.

Her sculptured face was as perfect as a painting.