In a few breaths' time I will speak some sad words to you. But you must hear them the same way we have agreed to see scars now. Sad words are just another beauty.

The only bad days as a writer are the ones when you are too cowardly or too lazy to sit down at the keyboard and give it everything you have.

I'm not happy with just repeating myself.

If I can't write it would be as if I died.

Things that we have to really dare ourselves to do come quite naturally to others.

I know that the hopes of this whole human world can fit inside one soul.

I do think it is harder to acknowledge our strengths, or to forgive ourselves and each other for our shortcomings, when there has not been a result we can all agree on.