If you do anything out of the ordinary, you can be sure someone, somewhere, will get upset.

Chance encounters are what keep us going.

My heroes don't have anything special. They have something to tell other people but they don't know how, so they talk to themselves.

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.

My arm was not what she needed, but the arm of someone else. My warmth was not what she needed, but the warmth of someone else.

I am a flawed human being - a far more flawed human being than you realize.

Mountains, according to the angle of view, the season, the time of day, the beholder's frame of mind, or any one thing, can effectively change their appearance. Thus, it is essential to recognize that we can never know more than one side, one small aspect of a mountain.