Beyond the Indian hamlet, upon a forlorn strand, I happened on a trail of recent footprints.

If you’re in your life, chance. Viewed from the outside, like a book you’re reading, it’s fate all the way.

Any adaptation is a translation, and there is such a thing as an unreadably faithful translation; and I believe a degree of reinterpretatio n for the new language may be not only inevitable but desirable.

Hate eats the hater the way ogres eat little boys.

I often lose myself in the Sudoku-like challenges of making a book work.

Your turn has come to sift through the dreck of humanity for rare specks of originality

Power, time, gravity, love. The forces that really kick ass are all invisible.