Spending plenty of time on something can be the most sophisticated form of revenge.
Our lives are like a complex musical score. Filled with all sorts of cryptic writing, sixteenth and thirty-second notes and other strange signs. It's next to impossible to correctly interpret these, a...
Our hearts are not stones. A stone may disintegrate in time and lose its outward form. But hearts never disintegrate. They have no outward form, and whether good or evil, we can always communicate the...
One impossible day, of an impossible month, of an impossible year.
Not that we were incompatible: we just had nothing to talk about.
No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself.
Life is here, death is over there. I am here, not over there.
It's not as if our lives are simply divided into light and dark. There's a shadowy middle ground. Recognizing and understanding the shadows is what a healthy intelligence does.
It's hard to tell the difference between sea and sky, between voyager and sea. Between reality and the workings of the heart.
It's basically impossible for everybody's justice to prevail or everybody's happiness to triumph, so chaos takes over.
In dreams you don't need to make any distinctions between things. Not at all. Boundaries don't exist. So in dreams there are hardly ever collisions. Even if there are, they don't hurt. Reality is diff...
I am struck by how, except when you're young, you really need to prioritize in life, figuring out in what order you should divide up your time and energy. If you don't get that sort of system set by a...
History cannot be erased or altered.Because that would mean killing yourself.
Her smile steps offstage for a moment, then does an encore, all while I'm dealing with my blushing face.
Give yourself five minutes to consider how you can turn a miserable situation to your benefit and that light bulb is going to click on.
But this thing, whatever it was, this mistlike something, hung there inside my body like a certain kind of potential. I wanted to give it a name, but the word refused to come to mind. I’m terrible at...
But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drink, the very air I breathe, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would ta...
Being with her I feel a pain, like a frozen knife stuck in my chest. An awful pain, but the funny thing is I'm thankful for it. It's like that frozen pain and my very existence are one.The pain is an...
Another person's life is that person's life. You can't take responsibility.
And as the years have passed, the time has grown longer. The sad truth is that what I could recall in five seconds all too needed ten, then thirty, then a full minute - like shadows lengthening at dus...