The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.

In dreams begins responsiblities.

The body is not the only target of rape. Violence does not always take a visible form, and not all wounds gush blood.

When a writer develops a story, he is confronted with a poison that is inside him. If you don't have that poison, your story will be boring and uninspired. It's like fugu: The flesh of the pufferfish is extremely tasty, but the roe, the liver, the heart can be lethally toxic.

They sat on a park bench, held hands, and told each other their stories hour after hour. They were not lonely anymore. They had found and been found by their 100% perfect other. What a wonderful thing it is to find and be found by your 100% perfect other. It's a miracle, a cosmic miracle.

Nobody likes being alone that much. I don't go out of my way to make friends, that's all. It just leads to disappointment.

I never made any plan before writing, however I succeeded. I enjoyed writing with excitement ,"what happen on the next page?"