Maybe working on the little things as dutifully and honestly as we can is how we stay sane when the world is falling apart.

I was dying. Like all the other people who live in this world.

People fall in love without reason, without even wanting to. You can't predict it. That's love.

This uneasiness comes over me from time to time, and I feel as if I've somehow been pieced together from two different puzzles.

It is a lonely life sometimes, like throwing a stone into the deep darkness. It might hit something, but you can’t see it. The only thing you can do is to guess, and to believe.

But if you knew you might not be able to see it again tomorrow, everything would suddenly become special and precious, wouldn’t it?

I'm a writer. I don't support any war. That's my principle.