There is only one home to the life of a river-mussel; there is only one home to the life of a tortoise; there is only one shell to the soul of man: there is only one world to the spirit of our race. If that world leaves its course and smashes on boulders of the great void, whose world will give us shelter?

I think I'm a very lazy writer and by that I mean that I do not battle, I don't struggle too hard against it. If I have difficulties in the writing, I just go and do other things. I don't feel a compulsion to write.

But the ultimate lesson is just sit down and write. That's all.

Power is domination, control, and therefore a very selective form of truth which is a lie.

Books and all forms of writing are terror to those who wish to suppress the truth.

Governance can dig itself into a huge hole and not even know it's in there.

The man dies in all those that keep silent.