As I suspect is true of many who write for a living, as I write I think about all sorts of things. I don't necessarily write down what I'm thinking; it's just that as I write I think about things. As...
Maybe that's why people don't like you. You make it obvious you don't care whether people like you or not. That makses some people angry.
Dreaming is the day job of novelists, but sharing our dreams is a still more important task for us. We cannot be novelists without this sense of sharing something.
وقد يحدث أن يوجد مثل هذا النوع من الناس. أناس موهوبون بموهبة عجيبة، لكنهم لا يبذلون جهدا لتنظيمها. ينتهون إلى تشتيتها وتضييعها. رأيت نصيبي من هؤلاء الناس. في البداية تظن أنهم مذهلون. يستطيعون قراءة نو...
ما يجعل منا أسوياء هو أن نعرف أننا لسنا بأسوياء.
دویدن امتیازات زیادی دارد، مهتر از همه به کسی احتیاج ندارید که این کار را انجام بدهید.
You throw a stone into a deep pond. Splash. The sound is big, and it reverberates throughout the surrounding area. What comes out of the pond after that? All we can do is stare at the pond, holding ou...
You shouldn’t fear boundaries, but you also should not be afraid of destroying them.
You know what I think? she says. That people's memories are maybe the fuel they burn to stay alive.
You can see a person's whole life in the cancer they get.
You are entering a phase of your life in which many different things will occur...bad things that seem good at first and good things that seem bad at first.
You are caught between all that was and all that must be. You feel lost. Mark my words: as soon as the bones mend, you will forget about the fracture.
When you fall in love, the natural thing to do is give yourself to it. That's what I think. It's just a form of sincerity.
When the time comes, everybody’s got to end up where they belong. Only me, I didn’t have a place to call my own. It’s like musical chairs.
What you see with your eyes is not necessarily real.
What the world needs is a set villain that people can point at and say, It’s all your fault!
What I saw wasn't a ghost. It was simply--myself. I can never forget how terrified I was that night, and whenever I remember it, this thought always springs to mind: that the most frightening thing in...
Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?
To keep on going, you have to keep up the rhythm.
There is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for.