I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it -- to be fed so much love I couldn't take any more. Just once.

Whenever I write a novel, music just sort of naturally slips in (much like cats do, I suppose).

Once you let yourself grow close to someone, cutting the ties could be painful.

For a certain kind of person, love begins from something tiny or silly. From something like that or it doesnt begin at all.

But didn't you say you were satisfied with your life?" "Word games," I dismissed. "Every army needs a flag.

Why do people have to be this lonely? What's the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?

If you're young and talented, it's like you have wings.