Men always have their reasons. But the fact is that they always wind up leaving.

Sometimes Evil pursues the Warrior of the Light, and when it does, he calmly invites it into his tent.

The boy told himself that, on the way toward realizing his own destiny, he had learned all he needed to know, and had experienced everything he might have dreamed of.

I am very present in my work and my work is somehow an expression of my soul, but at the same time I think that a writer cannot write out of nothing.

He manages to balance Rigor and Mercy.

The rain is falling ever harder, and all I can hear is the sound of the water. I’m drenched, but I can’t move. I don’t want to leave, because I don’t know where to go

For the Warrior of the Light, there are no abstractions.