I just gave them a little scare. A touch of psychological terror. As Joseph Conrad once wrote, true terror is the kind that men feel towards their imagination. (from Super-frog Saves Tokyo)

Gazing at the rain, I consider what it means to belong, to become part of something. To have someone cry for me.

I'm an average person. Is just that I like reading.

Age certainly hadn't conferred any smarts on me. Character maybe, but mediocrity is a constant, as one Russian writer put it. Russian writers have a way with aphorisms. They probably spend all winter thinking them up.

How much do you love me?' Midori asked. 'Enough to melt all the tigers in the world to butter,' I said.

Certain kinds of knowledge rob people of their sleep.

I feel like I've swallowed a cloudy sky