When a writer tries to explain too much, he's out of time before he begins.

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.

Those who run around with women don't walk tightropes. They find it hard enough to crawl on the ground.

Shoulders are from God and burdens too.

It is a general rule that when the grain of truth cannot be found, men will swallow great helpings of falsehood.

In the half darkness I winked to my other self, my mad dictator, and congratulated him on his droll victory. I closed my eyes and felt the warmth flowing from Shosha's head to my face. What did I have to lose? Nothing more than what everyone loses anyway.

But if we have people who have the power to tell a story, there will always be readers.