We all are rich and ignore the buried fact of accumulated wisdom.

If you dream the proper dreams, and share the myths with people, they will want to grow up to be like you.

How long has it been since you wrote a story where your real love or your real hatred somehow got onto the paper? When was the last time you dared release a cherished prejudice so it slammed the page like a lightning bolt?

A reason I became a writer was to escape the hopelessness and despair of the real world and enter the world of hope I could create with my imagination.

That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts.

Ideas result from the collision of metaphors inside the head.

I don't believe in being serious about anything. I think life is too serious to be taken seriously.