I closed my own jazz bar so I could be a man who can write novels as I like. I was pleased about that. This pleasure was connected to the pleasure of writing.

But intolerant,narrow minds with no imagination are like parasites that transform the host,change form,and continue to thrive. They're a lost cause, and I don't want anyone like that coming in here.

Even chance meetings are the result of karma… Things in life are fated by our previous lives. That even in the smallest events there’s no such thing as coincidence.

I may not be the most likable person in the world, but I try not to upset people.

It's the real world, full of gaps and inconsistencies and anticlimaxes.

Kids' hearts are malleable, but once they gel it's hard to get them back the way they were.

The most dangerous creature here would have to be me. So maybe I'm just scared of my own shadow.