Every reader gets something different from a book and every reader, in a sense, completes it in a different way.

The world is moving faster and faster, but where are we going?I think one of the reasons why things are getting blurry is because there is not much meaning.

If a person holds no ambitions in this world, he suffers unknowingly. If a person holds ambitions, he suffers knowingly, but very slowly.

We live in a highly polarized society. We need to try to understand each other in respectful ways. To that end, I believe that we should make room for both spiritual atheists and thinking believers.

-But rational thoughts lead only to rational thoughts, whereas irrational thoughts lead to new experiences.

All writers have roots they draw from - travel, work, family. My roots are in science and it is fertile ground for fiction.

The urge to discover, to invent, to know the unknown, seems so deeply human that we cannot imagine our history without it.

Sadness is no more than a bit of acid transfixed in the cerebellum.

While people brood, time skips ahead without looking back.

Everyone shares the same fate.

The world is moving faster and faster, but where are we going?

Those who have eyes…do not know their happiness.

God doesn't like it when we ask Him for the smallest things, dare to make your dream so big that He can conveniently fit into it and make your dream come true.

It was a war, and in a war there are always casualties. Never winners, but always plenty of casualties."-- Nenya, The Water Warrior

He was the owner of the moonlight on the ground, he fell in love with the most beautiful of the trees, he made wreaths of leaves and strung them around his neck.

You are not on earth to simply make a living for yourself that is too small a purpose.

I would rather be a little nobody, then to be a evil somebody.

Apparently even the most awful tragedies, and the people they'd ruined, got a little stale after a while.

You'd be surprised. Girls like sensitive, namby-pamby guys.

The one reader I'm trying to please as I write is me, and I'm pretty difficult to please.

To hell with the rules. I'm going for the unknown.