I'm of the opinion that the real is imagined and the imagined is quite real. The real is imagined, in the sense that we shape our stories, so anything that even happens on the news gets shaped in a certain way and gets a texture, and that the imagined can be real.

Even if people laughed at the notion of goodness, if they found it sentimental, or nostalgic, it didn't matter -- it was none of those things, he said, and it had to be fought for.

I want the younger writer to know that she or he is meaningful, that what they have to say is powerful in this world. But they can't come indoors, they can't close the curtains, they can't, like, lock themselves away from the world and say nothing.

We have to admire the world for not ending on us.

The point of flight. To get rid of oneself. That was reason enough to fly.

Every man with his own peculiar vice. His will hardly rock heaven or hell.

Sometimes, in life, nothing happens. But, sometimes, nothing happens beautifully.