Sometimes it's not the people who change, it's the mask that falls off.

I didn't have much to say to anybody but kept to myself and my books. With my eyes closed, I would touch a familiar book and draw it's fragrance deep inside me. This was enough to make me happy.

Potentiality knocks on the door of my heart. [On Seeing The 100% Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning ]

Have books ‘happened’ to you? Unless your answer to that question is ‘yes,’ I’m unsure how to talk to you

The pure present is an ungraspable advance of the past devouring the future. In truth, all sensation is already memory.

Writing talent is similar to the art of chatting up a girl. You can improve to a certain degree through practice, but basically you are either born with it or you aren't.

It doesn’t matter how old I get, but as long as I continue to live I’ll always discover something new about myself.