You were born together, and together you shall be forever more.

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.

If in the twilight of memory we should meet once more, we shall speak again together and you shall sing to me a deeper song.

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing. And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb. And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

Death, like birth, is a secret of Nature.

When I was growing up, I always read horror books, while my sister read romance novels. My sister became unmarried and pregnant during high school, and she kept saying, 'This wasn't supposed to happen! Why is this happening to me?' Someone should have given her another book to read.

One of our main objectives is to restore meritocracy within research and academia, where cronyism is also widespread. We also want to give money back to public research that is dying.

When people talk about the death of the novel, they are speaking of the need for the birth of something different.