No matter what you tell me, no matter how legitimate your reasons, I can never just forget about you, I can never push the years we spent together out of my mind. I can't do it because it really happened, they are part of my life, and there is no way I can just erase them. That would be the same as erasing my own self.

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

Let the world move along as it pleased. If it had any business with him, it would be sure to tell him.

It's a question of attitude. If you really work at something you can do it up to a point. If you really work at being happy you can do it up to a point. But anything more than that you can't. Anything more than that is luck.

Don't feel sorry for yourself. Only arseholes do that.

Open your eyes, train your ears, use your head. If a mind you have, then use it while you can.

According to Chekhov," Tamaru said, rising from his chair, "once a gun appears in a story, it has to be fired." "Meaning what?" "Meaning, don't bring unnecessary props into a story. If a pistol appears, it has to be fired at some point. Chekhov liked to write stories that did away with all useless ornamentation.