Music, love, death. Certainly a triangle of sorts; maybe even an eternal one. "The only people who can see the whole picture," he murmured, "are the ones who step out of the frame."

Why speak if you can't manage perfect thoughts, perfect sentences?

An attack upon our ability to tell stories is not just censorship - it is a crime against our nature as human beings.

Certainly, the Hollywood cinema, there's almost nothing of interest coming out of there.

When a reader falls in love with a book, it leaves its essence inside him, like radioactive fallout in an arable field, and after that there are certain crops that will no longer grow in him, while other, stranger, more fantastic growths may occasionally be produced.

I admit it: above all things, I fear absurdity.

I'm not saying I am never going to fall in love again, but there is no need to marry.