Memory is like fiction; or else it's fiction that's like memory.

I always write my novels with music (I don't listened to the music seriously.) Music seems to encourage me.

It is not that the meaning cannot be explained. But there are certain meanings that are lost forever the moment they are explained in words.

"I believe you," she whispers after a moment. "Please find my mind."

Don't tell me anymore. You should have your dream, as the old woman told you to. I understand how you feel, but if you put those feelings into words they will turn into lies. (from Thailand)

Mental acuity was never born from comfortable circumstances.

Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.