I'm an average person. Is just that I like reading.

If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.

Most human activities are predicated on the assumption that life goes on. If you take that premise away, what is there left?

Like you're riding a train at night across some vast plain, and you catch a glimpse of a tiny light in a window of a farmhouse. In an instant it's sucked back into the darkness behind and vanishes. But if you close your eyes, that point of light stays with you, just barely for a few moments.

Exhaustion pays no mind to age or beauty. Like rain and earthquakes and hail and floods.

Running taught me to have faith in my skills as a writer. I learned how much I can demand of myself, when I need a break, and when the break starts to get too long. I known how hard I am allowed to push myself.

I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it -- to be fed so much love I couldn't take any more. Just once.