Do you know how to read?" "No. It is one of the black arts." He nodded. "But a useful one," he said.

Death and life are the same thing-like the two sides of my hand, the palm and the back. And still the palm and the back are not the same...They can be neither separated, nor mixed.

One must work with time and not against it.

There are dance artists, painting artists and writing artists. Authors are writing artists. You can practice art in whatever medium you choose, and words are mine.

When action grows unprofitable, gather information; when information grows unprofitable, sleep.

Crankish attacks on the freedom to read are common at present. When backed and coordinated by organized groups, they become sinister.

Gradually the healing took place, seeming as it always does that it wasn't taking place.