What matters finally is how we feel about ourselves. After all, to a worm we're just food.
Speak in your own voice about the things that matter to you.
Novelists are basically inviting their readers to play a game of pretend. That's what fiction is: a game of pretend.
Even the faded flower denies nothingness.
Order is what exists before you start arranging things.
An echo has no voice of its own.
In my travels I found no answers, only wonders.
It's better to develop hobbies and interests than to have ideas about things.
The earth and sky are like two mirrors facing each other.
Walk slowly through the world and pay attention
Be grateful to those who refuse your demands. They are your benefactors.
People don't think when they're enjoying themselves. Thinking is a sign of disturbance.
I like dogs that bark a little. The silent ones scare me.
All writers are exiles: some by circumstance, some by choice.
Everyone I meet wants to give me directions, but I'm not lost.
Something or someone is always waving goodbye.
Fiction: a game of pretend.
All our prayers can't keep a single leaf from falling.
A love that requires constant attention is a doomed love.
I like paths that lead to no certain end, that keep me wondering where I am.