In the northern hemisphere, always dressing according to the season: bare arms in spring (however cold it is) and woolen jacket in winter (however hot it is).

But that moment exists - a moment when all the power of the stars becomes a part of us and enables us to perform miracles.

For the warrior of light there are no ends, only means. Life carries him from unknown to unknown. Each moment is filled with this thrilling mystery: the warrior does not know where he came from or where he is going.

Standing facing the door in an elevator and pretending you're the only person there, no matter how crowded it is.

Publishing is in a kind of Jurassic age.

You can't measure time the way you measure the distance between two points.

All statutes to the contrary are revoked.