Night was a very different matter. It was dense, thicker than the very walls, and it was empty, so black, so immense that within it you could brush against appalling things and feel roaming and prowling around a strange, mysterious horror.

A human being - what is a human being? Everything and nothing. Through the power of thought it can mirror everything it experiences. Through memory and knowledge it becomes a microcosm, carrying the world within itself. A mirror of things, a mirror of facts. Each human being becomes a little universe within the universe!

The only certainty is death.

The English have only three sauces - a white one, a brown one and a yellow one, and none of them have any flavor whatever.

The past attracts me, the present frightens me, because the future is death.

The great artists are those who impose their personal vision upon humanity.

Travel, like dreams, is a door that opens from the real world into a world that is yet to be discovered