You got to know your limits. Once is enough, but you got to learn. A little caution never hurt anyone. A good woodsman has only one scar on him. No more, no less.
You don't have to judge the whole world by your own standards. Not everybody is like you, you know.
You can hide memories, but you can't erase the history that produced them.
You are a pastel-colored Persian carpet, and loneliness is a Bordeaux wine stain that won’t come out
Writing novels is much the same. You gather up bones and make your gate, but no matter how wonderful the gate might be, that alone doesn't make it a living breathing novel. A story is not something of...
Writers have to keep on writing if they want to mature, like caterpillars endlessly chewing on leaves.
Why do people have to build such depressing places? I'm not saying that every nook and cranny of the world has to be beautiful, but does it have to be this ugly?
Why are you staring at me? she’d ask.‘Cause you’re pretty, I’d reply.You’re the first one who’s ever said that.I’m the only one who knows, I’d tell her. And believe me, I know.
Whether it's good for anything or not, cool or totally uncool, in the final analysis what's most important is what you can't see but can feel in your heart.
When the fire goes out, you'll start feeling the cold. You'll wake up whether you want to or not.
When someone is trying very hard to get something, they don't. And when they're running away from something as hard as they can, it usually catches up with them.
What's nurtured slowly grows well.
What do you think? I'm not a starfish or a pepper tree. I'm a living, breathing human being. Of course I've been in love.
We can, if we so choose, wander aimlessly over the continent of the arbitrary. Rootless as some winged seed blown about on a serendipitous spring breeze.Nonetheless, we can in the same breath deny tha...
Waiting for youranswer is one of the most painful things I have ever been through. Atleast let me know whether or not I hurt you.
Time flows in strange ways on Sundays, and sights become mysteriously distorted.
Things may look different to you than they did before. I've had that experience myself. But don't let appearances fool you. There's only one reality.
Things change every day, Mr Nakata. With each new dawn it's not the same world as the day before. And you're not the same person you were, either.
They were people who had no doubt whatsoever that the more narrow-minded they became, the closer they got to heaven.
They take the circuits out of people’s brains that make it possible for them to think for themselves. Their world is like the one that George Orwell depicted in his novel. I’m sure you realize that th...