My English teacher said that a writer is the worst judge of his own work.

You want to brawl. You want to fight. Fighting tricks you into believing you can change the past, even when the past is dead and gone and all of it ashes.

We all have the capacity to find the will to do what must be done - even when that which we must do terrifies us most. Remember this.

Match your talent with integrity, or your talent might take you places where you lose control, and fall from grace.

When I lay down on my deathbed, I want to know that I have done all I could to be a first rate human, not a third rate pawn of the gods.

... the poor always live on debt. At this point, time is the only thing I still have the credibility to borrow.

He would do anything to avoid ageing and death...anything.

I know that I haven't invented anything myself, that I am only a mixture of countless influences, and thanks to that I am able to find my own style of playing.

When it turned out that he could, Karou dropped to her knees to genuflect. "Gods of math and physics," she intoned, "I accept your gift of this clever fair-haired boy

Art, not unlike raising children... may entail much sacrifice and periods of despair, but, with luck, the effort will produce something that outlives you.

I have a fantastic method for anti-ageing. It's eating. Plumps out your skin beautifully.

I became known for surprising audiences. Except now, if I surprise them every time, they expect that.