Everybody has to start somewhere. You have your whole future ahead of you. Perfection doesn't happen right away.

It's good when food tastes good, it's kind of like proof you're alive.

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.

An unhealthy soul requires a healthy body.

All I do is keep on running in my own cozy, homemade void, my own nostalgic silence. And this is a pretty wonderful thing. No matter what anybody else says.

Writers have to keep on writing if they want to mature, like caterpillars endlessly chewing on leaves.

Autumn finally arrived. And when it did, I came to a decision. Something had to give: I couldn't keep on living like this.