I don't like work... but I like what is in work - the chance to find yourself. Your own reality - for yourself, not for others - which no other man can ever know.

One must explore deep and believe the incredible to find the new particles of truth floating in an ocean of insignificance.

There is something haunting in the light of the moon.

It echoed loudly within him because he was hollow at the core.

You can't breathe dead hippo waking, sleeping, and eating, and at the same time keep your precarious grip on existence.

The hair of his face, on the contrary, carroty and flaming, resembled a growth of copper wire clipped short to the line of the lip; while, no matter how close he shaved, fiery metallic gleams passed, when he moved his head, over the surface of his cheeks.

Writing in English is like throwing mud at a wall.