Time, of course, topples everyone in its path equally- the way that driver beats his old horse until it dies. But the thrashing we receive is one of frightful gentleness. Few of us even realize that we are being beaten.

What I'd like to be is a unique writer who's different from everybody else. I want to be a writer who tells stories unlike other writers'.

Young people these days don't trust anything at all. They want to be free.

If I have left a wound inside you, it is not just your wound but mine as well.

I often recall these words when I am writing, and I think to myself, “It’s true. There aren’t any new words. Our job is to give new meanings and special overtones to absolutely ordinary words.” I find the thought reassuring. It means that vast, unknown stretches still lie before us, fertile territories just waiting for us to cultivate them.

People soon get tired of things that aren't boring, but not of what is boring.

Memories and thoughts age, just as people do. But certain thoughts can never age, and certain memories can never fade.