Shoulders are from God and burdens too.

Man is a disgusting thing. If you beat him he starts to scream, but if it is the other one who is beaten, then he constructs a theory.

There is no death. How can there be death if everything is part of the Godhead? The soul never dies and the body is never really alive.

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.

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

A story to me means a plot where there is some surprise... Because this is how life is full of surprises.

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