You never knew about people, like you never knew how deep a pond was because all you saw was the top.

There are, it has been said, two types of people in the world. There are those who, when presented with a glass that is exactly half full, say: this glass is half full. And then there are those who say: this glass is half empty. The world belongs, however, to those who can look at the glass and say: What's up with this glass? Excuse me? Excuse me? This is my glass? I don't think so. My glass was full! And it was a bigger glass! Who's been pinching my beer?

This is where the gods play games with the lives of men, on a board which is at one and the same time a simple playing area and the whole world. And Fate always wins.

Everyone is reading what they like and that's a good thing.

In her own special category, she was quite beautiful. This was the category of all the women, in his entire life, who had ever thought he was worth smiling at.

What do you call those things at the bottom of rivers? Frogs? Stones? Unsuccessful gangsters?

Most modern fantasy just rearranges the furniture in Tolkien's attic.