I'm not a fast thinker, but once I am interested in something, I am doing it for many years.

Nothing in the real world is as beautiful as the illusions of a person about to lose consciousness.

In this world, there are things you can only do alone, and things you can only do with somebody else. It's important to combine the two in just the right amount.

I stare at her chest. As she breathes, the rounded peaks move up and down like the swell of waves, somehow reminding me of rain falling softly on a broad stretch of sea. I'm the lonely voyager standing on deck, and she's the sea. The sky is a blanket of gray, merging with the gray sea off on the horizon. It's hard to tell the difference between sea and sky. Between voyager and sea. Between reality and the workings of the heart.

Any explanation or logic that explains everything so easily has a hidden trap in it. I'm speaking from experience. Somebody once said if it's something a single book can explain, it's not worth having explained. What I mean is don't leap to any conclusions.

I learned that realism can come in all shapes and sizes. The world is big enough for different values to coexist.

Animals that not only move by their own free will and share feelings with people but also possess sight and hearing qualify as deserving of names.