At liminality, at a transitional point between his last night dream and reality, he realizes he has made a big mistake and happiness is possible without death. (Coming back to himself.)
Sober Minds give the world a chance. True Love brings you Hope. Blind Faith moves mountains. And the main savior from despair is Laughter.
Catch sunbeams in a mirror! A reflection of a sunbeam can melt an iceberg.
Looking through the ruby glass one cannot see the true colour of the sky.
Many believe creativity is mystery, and I always knew that my body is the key.
Art for Art’s Sake is for the well fed. The well fed are all the babies in cradles and my kitty along with them, and I am happy if my writings are for my kitty.
Every kingdom has three pillars: Poet, Sword and Law.
Every morning is a reason to begin living again… in case if you have had a good sleep. If not, then begin living again, anyway, and take care of yourself!
A demon, who serves to a warlock, begins tormenting his master, if he has not enough work. Talent is the demon.
Time whips up cream for those who are ready for dessert.
Some believe that every library looks like a splendid cemetery of human thoughts and ideas. Could librarians be called grave-diggers? However that may be, like a cemetery, a library will never stop being of use.
Even a best fountain-pen cannot make a writer be a fount of eloquence, but fountains teach to sob with ecstasy.
Starfall in the sky as a result of anybody’s Fall here below?
Writer is always alone. But every author is a creator, and gods are lonely.
Every reader can live One Thousand and One Lives; every fiction author can have One Thousand and One Masks, and their talent can have One Thousand and One Facets.
It’s despicable of an author to kill his main personage solely for stirring imagination of indifferent or mean minds.
I will survive: if the hell rejects me, there is always the paradise.
Seven pillars of wisdom propping the roof of the temple. Always remember what there’s beyond the pillars.
I hate fallen angels. They can talk about nothing but their fall and sins.
There is the title of one book In Underground One Can Meet Only Rats. And I’d re-phrase, In Cosmos One Can Meet Only Mutants, besides, rats are mutants too there, in cosmos, therefore, I’d rather walk on the ground.
Some believe that as an icon the image of Oscar Wilde is too old and notorious–all right, not an icon, let him be our oriflamme.
Hope as evidence of life. Life as evidence of death.
The bell tolling not for us, it’s time for bluebells.
The first snow is like the first love. Do you remember your first snow?