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.
We are pagans. We deify each other.
It’s despicable of an author to kill his main personage solely for stirring imagination of indifferent or mean minds.
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.
Time beats up cream for those who are ready for having the dessert.
Looking through the ruby glass one cannot see the true colour of the sky.
I will survive: if the hell rejects me, there is always the paradise.
Creative writing is your ability to develop your inner tension, your libido, your supply of energy and electric charge, turning the charge into an image or thought, and writing down the thought, thus contributing all the activity of your mind to the ...
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.)
…but he realized he would never reconcile himself to life as something other than a prelude. What’s life’s meaning then? What is it? What does make the world go round, not letting hope die? What do people dream about, watching the endless flow ...
Writer is always alone. But every author is a creator, and gods are lonely.
What if experience is disappointment, and a human’s old age has not a sense and all what we acquire in our lifetime is a habit for disappointment?
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.
Many believe creativity is mystery, and I always knew that my body is the key.
Have you ever asked yourself, where do Evil come from? No? But many ask the question, and I’ll tell you where there is Evil. Not in Darkness, as many believe, but in Garbling. Garbling turns Light into Darkness, and Darkness into Light. Either is p...
Even a best fountain-pen cannot make a writer be a fount of eloquence, but fountains teach to sob with ecstasy.
A demon, who serves to a warlock, begins tormenting his master, if he has not enough work. Talent is the demon.
Every cloud of confetti has a dark lining.
Seven pillars of wisdom propping the roof of the temple. Always remember what there's beyond the pillars.
Hope as evidence of life. Life as evidence of death.
