My imagination is a kind of animal. So what I do is keep it alive.

I want to write about people who dream and wait for the night to end, who long for the light so they can hold the ones they love.

Not everything was lost in the flow of time

It's like the Tibetan Wheel of the Passions. As the wheel turns, the values and feelings on the outer rim rise and fall, shining or sinking into darkness. But true love stays fastened to the axle and doesn't move.

What the world needs is a set villain that people can point at and say, “It’s all your fault!

All imperfections are forced upon the imperfect, so the 'perfect' can live content and oblivious.

Life doesn't require ideals. It requires standards of action.