The best musicians transpose consciousness into sound; painters do the same for color and shape.

No mistake about it. Ice is cold; roses are red; I'm in love. And this love is about to carry me off somewhere. The current's too overpowering; I don't have any choice. It may very well be a special place, some place I've never seen before. Danger may be lurking there, something that may end up wounding me deeply, fatally. I might end up losing everything. But there's no turning back. I can only go with the flow. Even if it means I'll be burned up, gone forever.

After all this, I won't start to hate you.

The good thing about writing book is that you can dream while you are awake.

Generally, people who are good at writing letters have no need to write letters. They've got plenty of life to lead inside their own context.

Running taught me to have faith in my skills as a writer. I learned how much I can demand of myself, when I need a break, and when the break starts to get too long. I known how hard I am allowed to push myself.

The pure present is an ungraspable advance of the past devouring the future. In truth, all sensation is already memory.