I want to write about people who dream and wait for the night to end, who long for the light so they can hold the ones they love.

Don't tell me anymore. You should have your dream, as the old woman told you to. I understand how you feel, but if you put those feelings into words they will turn into lies. (from Thailand)

It's just a feeling I have. What you see with your eyes is not necessarily real. My enemy is, among other things, the me inside me.

The whole terrible fight occured in the area of imagination. That is the precise location of our battlefield. It is there, that we experience our victories and defeats.

Have your dream...What you need now more than anything is discipline. Cast off mere words. Words turn into stone. (from Thailand)

What I was chasing in circles must have been the tail of the darkness inside me.

I just gave them a little scare. A touch of psychological terror. As Joseph Conrad once wrote, true terror is the kind that men feel towards their imagination. (from Super-frog Saves Tokyo)

It's not right for one friend to do all the giving and the other to do all the taking: that's not read friendship.

Opera lovers may be the narrowest people in the world.

Living and dying are, in a sense, of equal value.

Words left their mouths to hang frozen in midair.

Unlimited power corrupts the possessor and this I know that where law ends there tyranny begins.

Mechanization best serves mediocrity.

He is not to them what he is to me.

I've been smoking nearly 50 years now. I just don't feel safe breathing anything I can't see!

I hate to say this, but I'll repeat it: After death, all we know that you do is stink.

You don't need fancy sneakers to run fast

No, tiny violent one.

Umbrellas are so small and sad and easy to forget.

Where we go depends on what we know, and what we know depends on where we go.