Every one of us is losing something precious to us. Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That’s part of what it means to be alive.

What I saw wasn't a ghost. It was simply--myself. I can never forget how terrified I was that night, and whenever I remember it, this thought always springs to mind: that the most frightening thing in the world is our own self. What do you think?

There has to be pain. That's the rule.

I'm not afraid to die. What I'm afraid of is having reality get the better of me, of having reality leave me behind.

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

It's good when food tastes good, it's kind of like proof you're alive.

Have your dream...What you need now more than anything is discipline. Cast off mere words. Words turn into stone. (from Thailand)