No one could say how long that life would last. Whatever has form can disappear in an instant.

Losing you is most difficult for me, but the nature of my love for you is what matters. If it distorts into half-truth, then perhaps it is better not to love you. I must keep my mind but loose you.

If I choose to write about sheep, it's just because I happened to write about sheep. There is no deep significance.

Writers have to keep on writing if they want to mature, like caterpillars endlessly chewing on leaves.

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

Say it before you run out of time. Say it before it's too late. Say what you're feeling. Waiting is a mistake.

A fortunate author can write maybe twelve novels in his lifetime.