I never made any plan before writing, however I succeeded. I enjoyed writing with excitement ,"what happen on the next page?"

Her smile steps offstage for a moment, then does an encore, all while I'm dealing with my blushing face.

Open your eyes, train your ears, use your head. If a mind you have, then use it while you can.

A deserted library in the morning - there's something about it that really gets to me. All possible words and ideas are there, resting peacefully.

In the end, like so many beautiful promises in our lives, that dinner date never came to be.

My only passions were books and music. As you might guess, I led a lonely life… Not that I knew what I wanted in life - I didn’t. I loved reading novels to distraction, but didn’t write well enough to be a novelist; being an editor or a critic was out, too, since my tastes ran to the extremes. Novels should be for pure personal enjoyment, I decided, not part of your work or study. That’s why I didn’t study literature

I can bear any pain as long as it has meaning.