I Believe In No Final Solutions.

Of The Two Powers, The Two Categories That Take Possession Of Us When We Enter The World (from Where?), Space Is By Far The Less Mysterious. It, Too, Undergoes Transformations. Time, On The Other Hand, Is A Hostile Element, Truly Treacherous, I Would Even Say Against Human Nature.

You Climb To Reach The Summit, But Once There, Discover That All Roads Lead Down.

He Who Has Had, Has Been, But He Who Hasn't Been, Has Been Had.

Man Has Gone Out To Explore Other Worlds And Other Civilizations Without Having Explored His Own Labyrinth Of Dark Passages And Secret Chambers, And Without Finding What Lies Behind Doorways That He Himself Has Sealed.

The Demand For Absolute Purity Of Genres Is Becoming Nowadays An Anachronism In Literature.