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As Long As People Will Shed The Blood Of Innocent Creatures There Can Be No Peace, No Liberty, No Harmony Between People. Slaughter And Justice Cannot Dwell Together.

When A Day Passes, It Is No Longer There. What Remains Of It? Nothing More Than A Story. If Stories Weren't Told Or Books Weren't Written, Man Would Live Like The Beasts, Only For The Day.

The Pessimism Of The Creative Person Is Not Decadence But A Mighty Passion For The Redemption Of Man.

Those Who Run Around With Women Don't Walk Tightropes. They Find It Hard Enough To Crawl On The Ground.

There Are 500 Reasons I Write For Children.... Children Read Books, Not Reviews. They Don't Give A Hoot About The Critics.... They Don't Read To Free Themselves Of Guilt, To Quench Their Thirst For Rebellion, Or To Get Rid Of Alienation. They Still Believe In God, The Family, Angels, Devils, Witches, Goblins, Logic, Clarity, Punctuation, And Other Such Obsolete Stuff.... They Don't Expect Their Beloved Writer To Redeem Humanity. Young As They Are, They Know That It Is Not In His Power. Only The Adults Have Such Childish Illusions.