It is impossible to survive in a prolonged state of reality..

All interpretation or observation of reality is necessarily fiction. In this case, the problem is that man is a moral animal abandoned in an amoral u….

Why is it that all wars are won by bankers?.

Childhood devotions make unfaithful and fickle lovers..

I quarreled with every word, every phrase and expression, every image and letter as if they were the last I was ever going to write. I wrote and rewr….

Money is like any other virus: once it has rotted the soul of the person who houses it, it sets off in search of new blood..

They had parted as boys, and now life presented one of them with a fugitive and the other with a dying man. Both wondered whether this was due to the….

If only everything hurt as little as a blow to the face..

Whether we realise it or not, most of us define ourselves by opposing rather than by favouring something or someone. To put it another way, it is eas….

Never trust he who trusts everyone..

I wandered off, walking through streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking that if I didn't stop, if I kept on walking, I wouldn't notice that t….

There are two things that I cannot live without: music and books. Caffeine isn't dignified enough to qualify..

I had never known the pleasure of reading, of exploring the recesses of the soul, of letting myself be carried away by imagination, beauty, and the m….

A good liar knows that the most efficient lie is always a truth that has had a key piece removed from it..

A good friend once told me that the problems are like cockroaches. If drawn to light, they'll get scared..

I was always fascinated by the fact that you could take paper and ink and create worlds, images, characters. It seemed like magic..

We are puppets of our subconscious desires..

Why is it that the less one has to say the more one says it in the most pompous and pedantic way possible?... Is it to fool the world or just to fool….

One of my ambitions has been to go back to what those great authors were doing then ... to bridge that sensibility of old Victorian Gothic tales and ….

Waiting is the rust of the soul..

And here I was thinking you were a bit slow, what with so much asking and not knowing anything..