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

As much as I can give of myself I give of myself. There's no reason why not. And when I have to hide something, I let the character speak.

Shoulders are from God and burdens too.

Whatever doesn't really happen is dreamed at night. It happens to one if it doesn't happen to another, tomorrow if not today, or a century hence if not next year.

In God's mill even chaff becomes flour.

There is great treasure there behind our skull and this is true about all of us. This little treasure has great, great powers, and I would say we only have learnt a very, very small part of what it can do.

But my gloom did not lessen. I knew that I'd had a bad dream, and I stood in the dark trying to recollect it. The second I closed my eyes, I was with the dead. They did things words cannot express. They spoke madness. ("Hanka")