If you really want to know what’s happening here and now, you’ve got to use your own eyes and your own judgment.
Life’s no piece of cake, mind you, but the recipe’s my own to fool with.
You make do with what you have. As you age you learn even to be happy with what you have.
I’m all alone, but I’m not lonely.
Deep rivers run quiet.
Whatever can’t be expressed might as well not exist.
Many are the women who can take their clothes off seductively, but women who can charm as they dress?
I couldn’t tell wether the hole that opened up inside me was from missing you or from the change of season.
If you think of someone enough, you’re sure to meet them again.
I would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she’s gone. There is no middle ground. Probably is a word that you may find south of the border. But never, ever west of the sun.
Killing time is not an easy job.
You’re not a kid anymore. You have the right to choose your own life. You can start again. If you want a cat, all you have to do is choose a life in which you can have a cat. It’s simple. It’s your right.
Colours shone with exceptional clarity in the rain. The ground was a deep black, the pine branches a brilliant green, the people wrapped in yellow looking like special spirits that were allowed to wander over the earth on rainy mornings only.
Reality’s just the accumulation of ominous prophecies come to life. All you have to do is open a newspaper on any given day to weigh the good news versus the bad news, and you’ll see what I mean.
Team sports aren’t my thing. I find it easier to pick something up if I can do it at my own speed. And you don’t need a partner to go running, you don’t need a particular place, like in tennis, just a pair of trainers.
I can’t understand nothingness. I can’t understand it and I can’t imagine it.
But I found that the longer you teach, the more you feel like a total stranger to yourself.
I am 55 years old now. It takes three years to write one book. I don’t know how many books I will be able to write before I die. It is like a countdown. So with each book I am praying – please let me live until I am finished.
Grandfather always said school’s a place where they take sixteen years to wear down your brain. Grandfather hardly went to school either.
I generally concentrate on work for three or four hours every morning. I sit at my desk and focus totally on what I’m writing. I don’t see anything else, I don’t think about anything else.