Nobody dies from lack of sex. It's lack of love we die from.

I want everything back, the way it was. But there is no point to it, this wanting.

Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can't go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.

Nothing changes instantaneously: in a gradually heating bathtub you'd be boiled to death before you knew it.

for me the novel is a social vehicle, it reflects society.

Kill what you can't save what you can't eat throw out what you can't throw out bury What you can't bury give away what you can't give away you must carry with you, it is always heavier than you thought.

we lived in the gaps between the stories