Blessed Be The Night, Which Conceals And

The Possibility Of The Impossible, Dreams And Illusions, Are The Subject Of My Novels.

There Are Plenty Of Reasons Not To Put Up With The World As It Is, And If The Book Has Any Kind Of Message, I Suppose That's It.

Because Each Of You Has His Or Her Own Death, You Carry It With You In A Secret Place From The Moment You're Born, It Belongs To You And You Belong To It.

Americans Have Discovered The Fragility Of Life, That Ominous Fragility That The Rest Of The World Either Already Experienced Or Is Experiencing Now With Terrible Intensity.

God, The Devil, Good, Evil, It's All In Our Heads, Not In Heaven Or Hell, Which We Also Invented. We Do Not Realize That, Having Invented God, We Immediately Became His Slaves.