Ordinary imperfect people, always choose similarly imperfect people as friends.

Thinking about spaghetti that boils eternally but is never done is a sad, sad thing.

She was hearing everything that went on in his heart, like a person who can trace a map with his fingertip and conjure up vivid, living scenery.

I realize now that the reality of things is not something you convey to people but something you make.

You like to write. It's the single most important quality for someone who wants to be a writer. But not in itself enough.

Understanding' is merely the sum total of our misunderstandings.

It's just like sex; when [a book is] finished, it's finished.