I think books were my salvation, they saved me from being miserable.

In [writing] fiction, every sentence is its own reward.

I was six when my mother taught me the art of invisible strength..."strongest wind cannot be seen."

And now I have to stop. Because every time I remember this, I have to cry a little by myself. I don't know why something that made me so happy then feels so sad now. Maybe that is the way it is with the best memories.

Whenever I'm with my mother, I feel as though I have to spend the whole time avoiding land mines.

Too many good things all seem the same after a while.

If you can't change your fate, change your attitude.