As we go through life we gradually discover who we are, but the more we discover, the more we lose ourselves.

Whoa!" he says with a smile. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepen. "Chicken salad a la George Orwell!

We never choose anything at all. Things happen. Or not.

Stories lie deep in our souls. Stories lie so deep at the bottom of our hearts that they can bring people together on the deepest level. When I write a novel, I go into such depths.

If you want everything to be nice and straight all the time, then go live in a world made with a triungular ruler.

What matters is deciding in your heart to accept another person completely. When you do that, it is always the first time and the last.

And so they parted, she to the east, and he to the west. The test they had agreed upon, however, was utterly unnecessary. They should never have undertaken it, because they really and truly were each other's 100% perfect lovers, and it was a miracle that they had ever met. But it was impossible for them to know this, young as they were. The cold, indifferent waves of fate proceeded to toss them unmercifully.