There is no alternative to the peaceful coexistence of cultures.

Bread and books: food for the body and food for the soul - what could be more worthy of our respect, and even love?

Books choose their authors; the act of creation is not entirely a rational and conscious one.

That's the trouble with you sad-city types: a place has to be miserable and dull as ditchwater before you believe it's real.

Nothing comes from nothing, Thieflet; no story comes from nowhere; new stories are born from old--it is the new combinations that make them new.

I've never rejected the world I came from. To be rejected by it is horrible.

My heart broke open and history fell in.