Time is a river sweeping away all that is born towards the darkest shore.

Writers perform an extremely important role: they make others dream, those who are unable to dream for themselves. And everyone needs to dream. Could there be any more important job in life than that?

I don't think traveling back in time on an empty stomach is a good idea.

Striving to achieve a dream is never a waste of time.

We are the authors of our own fate-we write it each day with every one of our actions.

Why had his mother gone to the trouble of bringing him into the world if the most exciting moment in his life was having been made lame by a bayonet?

True literature should rouse the reader, unsettle him, change his view of the world, give him a resolute push over the cliff of self-knowledge