There are ways of dying that don't end in funerals. Types of death you can't smell.

Huge organizations and me don't get along. They're too inflexible, waste too much time, and have too many stupid people.

I didn't start running because somebody asked me to become a runner. Just like I didn't become a novelist because someone asked me to. One day, out of the blue, I wanted to write a novel. And one day, out of the blue, I started to run-simply because I wanted to. I've always done whatever I felt like doing in life. People may try to stop me, and convince me I'm wrong, but I won't change.

I couldn't tell wether the hole that opened up inside me was from missing you or from the change of season

pulled into my convenient neighborhood fast food restaurant. I ordered shrimp salad, onion rings, and a beer. The shrimp were straight out of the freezer, the onion rings soggy. Looking around the place, though, I failed to spot a single customer banging on a tray or complaining to a waitress. So I shut up and finished my food. Expect nothing, get nothing.

Even castles in the sky can do with a fresh coat of paint.

Be fearless, be brave, be bold, love yourself