You like to write. It's the single most important quality for someone who wants to be a writer. But not in itself enough.

It's hard to tell the difference between sea and sky, between voyager and sea. Between reality and the workings of the heart.

No matter what they wish for, no matter how far they go, people can never be anything but themselves. That's all.

The rain that fell on the city runs down the dark gutters and empties into the sea without even soaking the ground

You are 27 or 28 right? It is very tough to live at that age. When nothing is sure. I have sympathy with you.

I often dream about the Dolphin Hotel.

These days I just can't seem to say what I mean [...]. I just can't. Every time I try to say something, it misses the point. Either that or I end up saying the opposite of what I mean. The more I try to get it right the more mixed up it gets. Sometimes I can't even remember what I was trying to say in the first place. It's like my body's split in two and one of me is chasing the other me around a big pillar. We're running circles around it. The other me has the right words, but I can never catch her.