But no man's a hero to himself.

At the top of your lungs, shout and listen to the echoes. You must live life at the top of your voice!

A story should be like a river, flowing and never stopping, your readers passengers on a boat, whirling downstream through constantly refreshing and changing scemery.

It was in their friendship they just wanted to run forever, shadow and shadow.

This was all he wanted now. Some signs that the immense world would accept him and give him the long time he needed to think all the things that must be thought.

Melt all the guns, I thought, break the knives, burn the guillotines-and the malicious will still write letters that kill.

Ah, art! Ah, life! The pendulum swinging back and forth, from complex to simple, again to complex. From romantic to realistic, back to romantic.