Our hearts are not stones. A stone may disintegrate in time and lose its outward form. But hearts never disintegrate. They have no outward form, and whether good or evil, we can always communicate them to one another.

Strong and independent? I’m neither. I’m just being pushed along by reality, whether I like it or not.

I'd made it back to the land of the living. No matter how boring or mediocre a world it might be, this was it.

Don't tell me anymore. You should have your dream, as the old woman told you to. I understand how you feel, but if you put those feelings into words they will turn into lies. (from Thailand)

What we needed were not words and promises but a steady accumulation of small realities.

I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it -- to be fed so much love I couldn't take any more. Just once.

Nothing in the real world is as beautiful as the illusions of a person about to lose consciousness.