The mind has a mind of its own. It shows us pictures. Pictures of the past and the might-one-day-be. This mind's mind exerts its own will, too, and has its own voice.

The weak are meat the strong do eat.

In an individual, selfishness uglifies the soul; for the human species, selfishness is extinction.

- This isn't an interrogation or a trail. Your version of the truth is the only thing that matters. -Truth is singular. It's 'versions' are mistruths.

I added 'writers' to my list of people not to trust. They make everything up.

I often lose myself in the Sudoku-like challenges of making a book work.

Loneliness is an integral part of travelling. I used to think it was the downside to travelling, but now I realise it is a necessary educative part of it to be embraced.