These days, people spent too much time striving to understand their feelings - and then ended up with none that were genuine.

How passionately we love everything that cannot last: the dazzling crystallory of winter, the spring in bloom, the fragile flight of butterflies, crimson sunsets, a kiss, and life.

Where there's cake, there's hope. And there's always cake.

But once an idea for a novel seizes a writer...well, it’s like an inner fire that at first warms you and makes you feel good but then begins to eat you alive, burn you up from within. You can’t just walk away from the fire; it keeps burning. The only way to put it out is to write the book.

I try not to spend too much time on partisan politics. Life's too short for that. I don't really believe that there have been many human problems solved by politics.

If you write with passion in your own style, you will make a place for yourself

In my personal life, I'm a comic novel. But then, so are we all, because we're human beings.