In certain areas of my life, I actively seek out solitude. Especially for someone in my line of work, solitude is, more or less, an inevitable circumstance. Sometimes, however, this sense of isolation, like acid spilling out of a bottle, can unconsciously eat away at a person's heart and dissolve it. You could see it, too, as a kind of double-edged sword. It protects me, but at the same time steadily cuts away at me from the inside.

I was enjoying myself writing, because I don't know what's going to happen when I take a ride around that corner. You don't know at all what you're going to find there. That can be thrilling when you read a book, especially when you're a kid and you're reading stories.

Be fearless, be brave, be bold, love yourself

I wonder what ants do on rainy days?

The unwaking world was as hushed as a deep forest.

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

All of us are imperfect human beings living in an imperfect world.