I could see her get all nervous but she was also excited. Nightmares have that quality, don't they?

We all create stories to protect ourselves.

Some people reflect light, some deflect it, you by some miracle, seem to collect it.

Losing the possibility of something is the exact same thing as losing hope and without hope nothing can survive.

Make no mistake, those who write long books have nothing to say. Of course those who write short books have even less to say.

I took my morning walk, I took my evening walk, I ate something, I thought about something, I wrote, I napped and dreamt something too, and with all that something, I still have nothing because so much of sum’thing has always been and always will be you.

I think that's what finally stopped me. I slid right to the edge. My legs were hanging over. And I could feel it too. I don't know how. There was no wind, no sound, no change of temperature. There was just this terrible emptiness reaching up for me.