Shadow is ever besieged, for that is its nature. Whilst darkness devours, and light steals. And so one sees shadow ever retreat to hidden places, only to return in the wake of the war between dark and light.

Wise words are like arrows flung at your forehead. What do you do? Why, you duck of course.

No purer artist exists or has ever existed than a child freed to imagine.

The harder the world, the fiercer the honour.

Paradise belonged to the innocent. Which was why it was and would ever remain empty. And that is what makes it a paradise.

I have to feel what I'm writing, right down to the core.

You’re loitering, citizen.” “Actually, I was hesitating.