But you knoe, she's right. Every single day, each time I see her face, see her, it's utterly precious.
My short stories are like soft shadows I have set out in the world, faint footprints I have left. I remember exactly where I set down each and every one of them, and how I felt when I did. Short stori...
I didn't want to be a writer, but I became one. And now I have many readers, in many countries. I think that's a miracle. So I think I have to be humble regarding this ability. I'm proud of it and I e...
Here she is, all mine, trying her best to give me all she can. How could I ever hurt her? But I didn’t understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That a person can,...
Why does loving somebody mean you have to hurt them just as much? I mean if that’s the way it goes, what’s the point of loving someone? Why the hell does it have to be like that?
Whenever I wake up in a strange house I always feel as if the wrong soul got stuffed into the wrong body.
Whatever can't be expressed might as well not exist.
What happens when people open their hearts?They get better.
What do you mean, 'playing really creatively'? Can you give me an example?Hmm, let's see ... you send the music deep enough into your heart so that it makes your body undergo a kind of a physical shif...
What I want is for the two of us to meet somewhere by chance one day, like, passing on the street, or getting on the same bus.
We truly believed in something back then, and we knew we were the kind of people capable of believing in something - with all our hearts. And that kind of hope will never simply vanish.
Time, of course, topples everyone in its path equally- the way that driver beats his old horse until it dies. But the thrashing we receive is one of frightful gentleness. Few of us even realize that w...
Those were strange days, now that I look back at them. In the midst of life, everything revolved around death.
This is what it means to live on. When granted hope, a person uses it as fuel, as a guidepost to life. It is impossible to live without hope.
Things can be seen better in the darkness, he said, as if he had just seen into her mind. But the longer you spend in the dark, the harder it becomes to return to the world aboveground where the light...
There’re many things we don’t really know. It’s an illusion that we know anything at all. If a group of aliens were to stop me and ask, Say, bud, how many miles an hour does the earth spin at the equa...
There are some things about myself I can’t explain to anyone. There are some things I don’t understand at all. I can’t tell what I think about things or what I’m after. I don’t know what my strengths...
There are certain thoughts that, no matter what, you have to keep inside.
The only opponent you have to beat is yourself, the way you used to be.
The ones with no imagination are always the quickest to justify themselves.