Every writer has his writing technique - what he can and can't do to describe something like war or history. I'm not good at writing about those things, but I try because I feel it is necessary to write that kind of thing.

Many are the women who can take their clothes off seductively, but women who can charm as they dress?

In other words, let's face it: Life is basically unfair. But even in a situation that's unfair, I think it's possible to seek out a kind of fairness. Of course, that might take time and effort. And maybe it won't seem to be worth all that. It's up to each individual to decide whether or not it is.

That was the rule. Break one of my rules once, and I’m bound to break many more.

She was truly a beautiful girl. I could feel a small polished stone sinking through the darkest waters of my heart. All those deep convoluted channels and passageways, and yet she managed to toss her pebble right down to the bottom of it all.

There has to be pain. That's the rule.

What do you think? I'm not a starfish or a pepper tree. I'm a living, breathing human being. Of course I've been in love.