It is very simple, actually. It is because you and Tengo were so powerfully drawn to each other.
No matter what the situation may be, I still take pleasure in witnessing the joy of others.
One heart is not connected to another through harmony alone. They are, instead, linked deeply through their wounds.
Not everything was lost in the flow of time.
Writing a long novel is like survival training. Physical strength is as necessary as artistic sensitivity.
Until the bitter end, the emptiness inside her was hers alone.
Most of what I know about writing I’ve learned through running every day.
Of course you got rights, the law’s on your side, but sometimes the law takes a long time to kick in and so it gets put in the hands of us poor suckers on duty. You get my drift?
When you’re young, you think you can handle anything. By the time you find out otherwise, it’s already too late. You got a stocking wrapped around your neck.
As I already explaned, I don’t have any form. I’m a conceptual metaphysical object.
The world would be a pretty dull place if it were made up only of the first-rate, right?
You could be anybody when you’re writing. That’s the reason that I’m writing: to be anybody. You can put your feet in various shoes and experience anything.
I always feel like I’m struggling to become someone else. Like I’m trying to find a new place, grab hold of a new life, a new personality. I guess it’s part of growing up; it’s also an attempt to reinvent myself.
My point is: in this whole wide world the only person you can depend on is you.
Certain kinds of knowledge rob people of their sleep.
Good style happens in one of two ways: the writer either has an inborn talent or is willing to work herself to death to get it.
Two-thirds of earth’s surface is ocean, and all we can see with the naked eye is the surface.
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.
You know, the usual story. Once upon a time I was playing my harp by a spring when a fairy appeared out of nowhere, handed me a Beretta Model 92, and told me to shoot the white rabbit over there for target practice.
It’s all matter of attitude. You could let a lot of things bother you if you wanted to But it’s pretty much the same anywhere you go, you can manage.