and now, all these years later, it seem to him that the most horrible fact of human existence was that broken hearts mended

I don't like the idea that I am going to come back as an ant or a sparrow if I don't get along in the great karma of life.

Little by little, writers develop their own styles, each as unique as a fingerprint.

Writers write. That's all it is. It is as simple, and as complex, as that.

Do I know what people say? Sure. I shrug it off. what else can you do? Stop people from talking? You might as well try to stop the wind from blowing.

If we don't have each other, we go crazy with loneliness. When we do, we go crazy with togetherness.

I think that we're all mentally ill. Those of us outside the asylums only hide it a little better - and maybe not all that much better after all.