I hate requests. They make me feel unhappy. It's like when I take a book out of the library. As soon as I start to read it, all I can think about is when I'll finish it.

Time expands, then contracts, all in tune with the stirrings of the heart.

She waited for the train to pass. Then she said, "I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.

Sometimes taking time is actually a shortcut.

Time flows in a strange way on Sundays.

I'm a writer, not a professional runner. It's fun and it helps me write. I need powerful concentration.

Some things are forgotten, some things disappear, some things die.