The time for princes and tsars and holy madmen was gone.In its place came a world of war and revolution, of tanks andtelephones, murder and assassination.

If I were dead, I wouldn't be sad, and I wouldn't be glad, because I wouldn't be.

A story has its purpose and its path. It must be told correctly for it to be understood.

Stories twist and turn and grow and meet and give birth to other stories. Here and there, one story touches another, and a familiar character, sometimes the hero, walks over the bridge from one story into another.

One final time I told myself I wasn't abducting my little brother.