If you really want to know something, you have to be willing to pay the price.

Ordinary imperfect people, always choose similarly imperfect people as friends.

I'm a writer. I don't support any war. That's my principle.

What was lost was lost. There was no retrieving it, however you schemed, no returning to how things were, no going back.

I didn't feel like I was in my own body; my body was just a lonely, temporary container I happened to be borrowing.

The thoughts that occur to me while I’m running are like clouds in the sky. Clouds of all different sizes. They come and they go, while the sky remains the same sky always. The clouds are mere guests in the sky that pass away and vanish, leaving behind the sky.

It's hard to tell the difference between sea and sky, between voyager and sea. Between reality and the workings of the heart.