Imagine yourself in a parallel universe. Imagined? Now either attain or forget it.

I am such a person who rots without the mental activity.

Being unique - be yourself, only so you'll distinguish yourself out of the ''grey'' and motionless reality. Train positive perception of the surrounding things.

Nowadays it's more beneficial to act like a mutt, than understand reality.

I'm enormously afraid of one inevitable and trivial thing - that one day I'll simply cease to exist.

Perhaps somebody has alredy written it. But I want to write a story from the end till the very beginning.

Personally I know only one person who wrote about utopia. Afterwards he was executed. I suppose it's not my genre.

Endeavour to explore the surrounding world, try to do your best and jump over you head, only in that case you'll achieve a result.

Provide me with an ink, paper, inspiration and place me on the high point on the edge with the sunset and sunrise, and I will make a masterpiece for you.

I don't want to be memorized for everyone. I want to stay real, endless and inchangeable for my parents, kids and their descendants.

Do I haste to live? Definitely, no. I endeavour to surpass tomorrow's me.

I hope that the kind reader recognises this as a despairing attempt at humour.

You can learn as much about the history from reading about the present as you can vice versa, that is learning about the present through history, which is what I do for a living.

Being single, I thought would be fun, but it is terribly boring. And I am a romantic, but only when I am in love. I can't force it otherwise.

People still love a good story, and I don't think that will change.

My imagination has always been inspired by nature’s vision

The real payoffs you never understand. You should just give good people money and tell them to do good things.

I think it's keeping a surprise element, so that the audience never gets ahead of you. I like to pull the rug out from audiences, I don't like for them to think they know what's happening next.

The ideal of womanhood in India is motherhood - that marvellous, unselfish, all - suffering, ever - forgiving mother.

The ambitious climb high and perilous stairs, and never care how to come down; the desire of rising hath swallowed up their fear of a fall.

I'll ride my bike all the stinkin' way to school for the rest of eternity if it means being with her. -Bryce