It's a well-known fact: in order to follow doctor's orders, you have to be healthy as a horse.

I slide my arm from under the sleeper's head and it is numb, full of swarming pins, on the tip of each, waiting to be counted, the fallen angels sit.

When it comes, you’ll be dreaming that you don’t need to breathe; that breathless silence is the music of the dark and it’s part of the rhythm to vanish like a spark.

At the very beginning of my creative life I loved humanity. I wanted to do something good for mankind. Soon I understood that it isn't possible to save mankind.

Memory at last has what I sought.

Somewhere out there the world must have an end.

All the best have something in common, a regard for reality, an agreement to its primacy over the imagination.