habit, a particularly insidious thug who chokes passion and smothers love. Habit puts us on autopilot.

Adventure is not something you travel to find. It's something you take with you, or you're not going to find it when you arrive.

When I go biking, I am mentally far far away from civilization. The world is breaking someone else's heart.

Hit a tripwire of smell and memories explode all at once. A complex vision leaps out of the undergrowth.

Look in the mirror. The face that pins you with its double gaze reveals a chastening secret.

Don't just live the length of your life - live the width of it as well.

I consider fiction a very high-class form of lying. I enjoy and admire it enormously, but I don't think I'm very good at it.