Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.

You said that the mind is like the wind but perhaps it is we who are like the wind Knowing nothing, simply blowing through. Never aging, never dying.

All right, then, I thought: here I am in the bottom of a well.

She was hearing everything that went on in his heart, like a person who can trace a map with his fingertip and conjure up vivid, living scenery.

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

I never could stand being forced to do something I didn't want to do at a time I didn't want to do it. Whenever I was able to do something I liked to do, though, when I wanted to do it, and the way I wanted to do it, I'd give it everything I had.

I learned that realism can come in all shapes and sizes. The world is big enough for different values to coexist.