In the end, it’s all a question of balance.

If there was an abundance of misery in the world, there was also sufficient joy, yes - as long as one knew where to look for it.

...you have to use your failures as stepping stones to success. You have to maintain a fine balance between hope and despair. In the end it’s all a question of balance.

Loss is essential. Loss is part and parcel of that necessary calamity called life.

World can be a bewildering place,and dreams and ambitions are often paths to the most pernicious of traps

All fiction relies on the real world in the sense that we all take in the world through our five senses and we accumulate details, consciously or subconsciously. This accumulation of detail can be drawn on when you write fiction.

How can time be long or short? Time is without length or breadth. The question is, what happened during its passing. And what happened is, our lives have been joined together.