Painful is the stress when one cannot reproduce or convey vividly to others, however hard he tries, what he's experienced so intensely.

Is this what it means to go back to square one? Most likely. He had nothing left to lose, other than his life.

Running taught me to have faith in my skills as a writer. I learned how much I can demand of myself, when I need a break, and when the break starts to get too long. I known how hard I am allowed to push myself.

Mere humans who root through their refrigerators at three o'clock in the morning can only produce writing that matches what they do. And that includes me.

Spending plenty of time on something can be the most sophisticated form of revenge.

When I wake up, my pillow’s cold and damp with tears. But tears for what? I have no idea.

That's what the world is , after all: an endless battle of contrasting memories.