..while I was happy enough to pray to any god, knowing that they were simply different faces created by men, of one indivisible truth.

Don't you know the man whose life you spare will always hate you?

I miss the days when I was alone with my characters and no one else knew them except me.

I am not made for despair

The less people think of you, the more they will reveal to you or in your presence.

But just as the river is always at the door, so is the world always outside. And it is in the world that we have to live.

When illusions are shattered by truth, talent is set free.