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.

A recipe is a story that ends with a good meal.

Except for memory, time would have no meaning at all.

Every athlete learns by theft and mimicry.

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

The mind is an intricate mechanism that can be run on the fuels of both victory and defeatism.

I still write in long hand. I type like a chimpanzee.