When you started thinking it was easy, you were forgetting what it cost.

I felt like time was a great sea, and I was floating on the back of a turtle, and no sails broke the horizon.

The phoenix must burn to emerge.

I think we're starved for a life of the senses. We're in the garage, we're in the car, we drive to work, we're in a windowless cubicle that's gray and beige. In a way, it's funny that we consider ourselves an advanced culture, because people who live in so-called primitive environments still enjoy the richness of the smells, colors, and sounds of our world. We all crave that.

Whenever she turned her steep focus to me, I felt the warmth that flowers must feel when they bloom through the snow, under the first concentrated rays of the sun.

Writing mirrors the interior self. You know, any book is like the perfect blueprint of the psyche of the author.

The cake had a trick candle that wouldn't go out, so I didn't get my wish. Which was just that it would always be like this, that my life could be a party just for me.