When I was writing in Bulgarian, I could hide behind beautiful prose.

The problem is we bear grudges that go a thousand years into the past. Really, I could find people who begrudge the Greeks for doing awful things to the Bulgarians more than a thousand years ago.

The clash of religion. We've had to coexist for hundreds of years in Bulgaria, in the Balkans, and we still don't get along. It's a reason for so much tragedy.

In certain places, not always, there are moments where I tried to convey in English a sense of foreignness. I wanted the reader to get the sense that another language is being spoken.

Words physically have power to bring things into existence.

Jack's doctors have told him he is crazy… but, the truth is, it's the Voices who are crazy, not him.

As for man, his days are numbered, whatever he might do, it is but wind.

0 little town of Bethlehem How still we see thee lie! Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by.

Sweetness and release can only taste the way they do after one deserves them.

Intense love is often akin to intense suffering.

... the first step of the terrible journey toward feeling somebody should act, that ends in utter confusion and hopelessness, east of the sun and west of the moon.

The whole universe is based on rhythms. Everything happens in circles, in spirals.

My sense of proprietorship has been so weak that actually I didn't pay attention and I lost the copyrights on a lot of the songs.

At certain point, you realize it's easy to play music for the rest of your life: just don't sell your guitar. Maybe you get a day job, but as long as you have a guitar, you can play.

Success is not something you get out of what you do.