I’m me, and at the same time not me. That’s what it felt like. A very still, quiet feeling.

I’m just kinda tired. Like a monkey in the rain.

If you think about it, an unfair society is a society that makes it possible for you to exploit your abilities to the limit.

If I stayed here, something inside me would be lost forever—something I couldn't afford to lose. It was like a vague dream, a burning, unfulfilled desire. The kind of dream people have only when they're seventeen.

I never plan. I never know what the next page is going to be..... But that's the fun of writing a novel or a story, because I don't know what's going to happen next.

Sometimes we don't need words. Rather, it's words that need us.

Sometimes you’re just the sweetest thing. Like Christmas, summer vacation, and a brand-new puppy rolled into one.