You have two types of writers: one like Proust who was locked in his room and wrote the masterpiece. And the other type was Hemingway who celebrated life and also wrote a masterpiece.

I don't know what's going to happen to me tomorrow. That's why I don't save my best for last.

A warrior never gives in to fear when he is searching for what he needs. Without love, he is nothing.

He rarely knows the result of a battle when the battle is over.

Tears are words waiting to be spoken

But love is much like a dam; if you allow a tiny crack to form through which only a trickle of water can pass, that trickle will quickly bring down the whole structure and soon no one will be able to control the force of the current.

We assume, falsely, that how we feel now is how we will feel in the future