There's no such thing as perfect writing, just like there's no such thing as perfect despair.

Distance might not solve anything, no matter how far you run.

What do you think? I'm not a starfish or a pepper tree. I'm a living, breathing human being. Of course I've been in love.

I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt but I was wrong.

Sometimes I find it too hot to run, and sometimes too cold. Or too cloudy. But I still go running. I know that if I didn't go running, I wouldn't go the next day either. It's not in human nature to take unnecessary burdens upon oneself, so one's body soon becomes disaccustomed. It mustn't do that. It's the same with writing. I write every day so that my mind doesn't become disaccustomed.

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)

I can be hurt, you know. I can get as exhausted as anybody else. I can feel so bad I want to cry, too.