Time expands, then contracts, all in tune with the stirrings of the heart..

I didn't have much to say to anybody but kept to myself and my books. With my eyes closed, I would touch a familiar book and draw it's fragrance deep….

Life is not like water. Things in life don't necessarily flow over the shortest possible route..

That's what the world is , after all: an endless battle of contrasting memories..

Silence. How long it lasted, I couldn't tell. It might have been five seconds, it might have been a minute. Time wasn't fixed. It wavered, stretched,….

Sitting on the floor, I'd replay the past in my head. Funny, that's all I did, day after day after day for half a year, and I never tired of it. What….

Tell me how you could say such a thing, she said, staring down at the ground beneath her feet. You're not telling me anything I don't know already. '….

I try not to think about anything special while running. As a matter of fact, I usually run with my mind empty. However, when I run empty-minded, som….

It's true though: time moves in its own special way in the middle of the night," the bartender says, loudly striking a book match and lighting a ciga….

So for all that we might speak words in each other's vicinity, this could never develop into anything that could be called a conversation. It was as ….

Not just beautiful, though — the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they’re watching me. What I’ve up till now, what I’….

The body is not the only target of rape. Violence does not always take a visible form, and not all wounds gush blood..

You make do with what you have. As you age you learn even to be happy with what you have..

He felt as if his heart had dried up. I needed her he thought. I needed someone like her to fill the void inside me. But I wasn’t able to fill the vo….

When there's nothing to do, you do nothing slowly and intently..

But I found that the longer you teach, the more you feel like a total stranger to yourself.

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….

I hate requests. They make me feel unhappy. It's like when I take a book out of the library. As soon as I start to read it, all I can think about is ….

What we call the present is given shape by an accumulation of the past..

Understanding is but the sum of misunderstandings..

I had my jazz club and I had enough money. So I didn't have to write for my living..