Time beats up cream for those who are ready for having the dessert.

The first snow is like the first love. Do you remember your first snow?

Every kingdom has three pillars: Poet, Sword and Law.

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.

Seven pillars of wisdom propping the roof of the temple. Always remember what there’s beyond the pillars.

Literary style is like crystal-ware: the cleaner the wineglass, the brighter the brilliance. As a reader, I agree with those who believe that a colour of the dress, which a character has on, as well...

Starfall in the sky as a result of anybody’s Fall here below?

I hate fallen angels. They can talk about nothing but their fall and sins.

Many believe creativity is mystery, and I always knew that my body is the key.

Even a best fountain-pen cannot make a writer be a fount of eloquence, but fountains teach to sob with ecstasy.

If you are an angle, all you can give is boredom.

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.

Writer is always alone. But every author is a creator, and gods are lonely.

Whatever they say about it, but being altruistic is not so simple for everyone. Not to look and sound like despotism, altruism must be learnt, and it’s a long way, which in fact begins from...

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.

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.

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...

Every cloud of confetti has a dark lining.

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...

Don Quixotes! Stand aback from my windmill!

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...

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...

Hope as evidence of life. Life as evidence of death.

I will survive: if the hell rejects me, there is always the paradise.

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!

It’s despicable of an author to kill his main personage solely for stirring imagination of indifferent or mean minds.

The bell tolling not for us, it’s time for bluebells.

The Rape of Europa. Both the myth and the picture only prove the power of beauty to turn anyone into a beast.

A demon, who serves to a warlock, begins tormenting his master, if he has not enough work. Talent is the demon.

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?

We are pagans. We deify each other.

Looking through the ruby glass one cannot see the true colour of the sky.

Evil is predicable; Good is paradoxical.

Women differ like snowflakes.

Man is neither an angel nor a demon. Man is what his lover loves.