The future is fastidious and punctual. It keeps perfect time and arrives everywhere on the dot. In contrast, its slacker brother the past has no use for clocks or appointments. It comes and goes as it pleases in our memory, camping out wherever the hell it damn well wants to in there. Untrustworthy, prone to exaggeration, biased- you wouldn't lend it ten cents, but it *sure* can be charming and seductive when it feels like it.

The only two important things in life are real love and being at peace with yourself.

I don't like to have to pan for gold when I read.

One of the saddest realities is that we never know when our lives are at their peak. Only after it is over and we have some kind of perspective do we realize how good we had it a day, a month, five years ago.

I write about what interests me. It's very dangerous when you try to satisfy an audience.

Salzburg... is a mountain town with a rushing river running right through the center, everything in the rain various shades of green and brown.

Kids own nothing. Everything is either promised, borrowed, longed for or exaggerated.