Humanity is best described as inhumanity.

I lived with the terrible knowledge that one day I would be an old man still waiting for my real life to start. Already, I pitied that old man.

Paranoia has a sharper taste if the danger is real.

I think I learned about the relationship between books and life from Margaret Mitchell.

But no one walks out of his family without reprisals: a family is too disciplined an army to offer compassion to its deserters.

I learned that if I could read, I could cook. I surprised myself I like it.

Good writing is the hardest form of thinking. It involves the agony of turning profoundly difficult thoughts into lucid form, then forcing them into the tight-fitting uniform of language, making them visible and clear. If the writing is good, then the result seems effortless and inevitable. But when you want to say something life-changing or ineffable in a single sentence, you face both the limitations of the sentence itself and the extent of your own talent.