Dreaming is the day job of novelists, but sharing our dreams is a still more important task for us. We cannot be novelists without this sense of sharing something.

Give yourself five minutes to consider how you can turn a miserable situation to your benefit and that light bulb is going to click on.

Nature is actually unnatural

I always feel like I'm struggling to become someone else. Like I'm trying to find a new place, grab hold of a new life, a new personality. I guess it's part of growing up; it's also an attempt to reinvent myself.

Music brings a warm glow to my vision, thawing mind and muscle from their endless wintering.

We knew exactly what we wanted in each other. And even so, it ended. One day it stopped, as if the film simply slipped off the reel.

Love with complications. Scenery was the last thing on my mind.