When I was a little boy, they called me a liar, but now that I am grown up, they call me a writer.

They still believe in God, the family, angels, witches, goblins, logic, clarity, punctuation, and other obsolete stuff.

Heaven and earth conspire that everything which has been, be rooted and reduced to dust. Only the dreamers, who dream while awake, call back the shadows of the past and braid nets from the unspun thread.

As long as people will shed the blood of innocent creatures there can be no peace, no liberty, no harmony between people. Slaughter and justice cannot dwell together.

A good writer is basically a story teller, not a scholar or a redeemer of mankind.

There will never be any peace in the world as long as we eat animals.

I believe in God but people are liars. It's those people who say they are appointed by God who I don't believe in.