The relationship between reader and writer is reciprocal in a way. We co-create each other. We are constantly emerging out of the relationship we have with others.

She smiled. “Life is full of stories. Or maybe life is only stories. Good night, my dear Nao.

An unfinished book. left unattended, turns feral, and she would need all her focus, will and ruthless determination to tame it again.

I think that if we don't learn to inhabit other people's perspectives, then we're never going to understand why people do what they do.

Am I crazy?" she asked. "I feel like I am sometimes." "Maybe," he said, rubbing her forehead. "But don't worry about it. You need to be a little bit crazy. Crazy is the price you pay for having an imagination. It's your superpower. Tapping into the dream. It's a good thing not a bad thing.

Life is evanescent, but left to itself it rarely fails to offer some consolation.

Sometimes when she told stories about the past her eyes would get teary from all the memories she had, but they weren't tears. She wasn't crying. They were just the memories, leaking out.