I've always believed that dreams were both the love letters and the hate mail of the subconscious.

... the wing of a fly is proof enough of the existence of God for me.

I've never cackled with laughter at a single line I've ever written. None of it has given me pleasure.

Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends, but is played out over and over again in the quietest chambers. The mind can never break off from the journey.

Know this. I think you could be special if you only thought there was anything special about yourself.

One does not know where love will take you.

Love had always issued out of the places that hurt the most.