He appeared before me and departed. We were not able to speak to or touch each other. But in that short interval, he transformed many things inside me. He literally stirred my mind and body the way a spoon stirs a cup of cocoa, down to the depths of my internal organs and my womb.

Between the time the last train leaves and the first train arrives, the place changes: it's not the same as in daytime.

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 didn't feel like I was in my own body; my body was just a lonely, temporary container I happened to be borrowing.

The things she most wanted to tell him would lose their meaning the moment she put them into words.

I'm a writer, not a professional runner. It's fun and it helps me write. I need powerful concentration.

Waiting for your answer is one of the most painful things I have ever been through. At least let me know whether or not I hurt you.