I tell a story, and therefore I exist.

Fall in love so madly that every leaf whispers words of love to your lover. Every raindrop explodes with only one word as it hits the Earth.

When you get up, the night and day is a contradiction. But you get up at 4 a.m. — that first blush of blue is where the night and day are trying to find harmony with each other.

Lessons of Life: When you stop yearning, When you stop aspiring. You stop living.

Panic is the great access of creativity because that's the only way to get rid of your mind.

I am far more comfortable with failure than I ever will be with success.

We create stories to define our existence. If we do not create the stories, we probably go mad.