The good thing about writing book is that you can dream while you are awake..

Tengo could hardly believe it-- that in this frantic, labyrinth-like world, two people's hearts-- a boy's and a girl's-- could be connected, unchange….

"I guess I've been waiting so long I'm looking for perfection. That makes it tough." "Waiting for perfect love?" "No, even I know better than that.….

Whenever I write a novel, music just sort of naturally slips in (much like cats do, I suppose)..

Nobody likes being alone that much. I don't go out of my way to make friends, that's all. It just leads to disappointment..

Everyone just keeps on disappearing. Some things vanish, like they were cut away. Others fade slowly into the mist. And all that remains is a desert..

Whatever can't be expressed might as well not exist..

There's no such thing as perfect writing, just like there's no such thing as perfect despair..

What if I’ve forgotten the most important thing?.

There's no war that will end all wars..

Listen to this, Nimit. Follow Coleman Hawkins' improvised lines very carefully. He is using them to tell us something. Pay very close attention. He i….

my heart would swell without warning, and tremble, and lurch with a stab of pain. I would try clamping my eyes shut and gritting my teeth, and waitin….

I started writing at the kitchen table after midnight. It took ten months to finish that first book; I sent it to a publisher and I got some kind of ….

When I'm running I don't have to talk to anybody and don't have to listen to anybody. This is a part of my day I can't do without..

If I stayed here, something inside me would be lost forever—something I couldn't afford to lose. It was like a vague dream, a burning, unfulfilled de….

Inside him, twenty years dissolved and mixed into one complex, swirling whole. Everything that had accumulated over the years-- all he had seen, all ….

Huge organizations and me don't get along. They're too inflexible, waste too much time, and have too many stupid people..

Beyond the window, some kind of small, black thing shot across the sky. A bird, possibly. Or it might have been someone's soul being blown to the far….

Listen. I may not be much, but I'm all I've got. Maybe you need a magnifying glass to find my face in my high school graduation photo. Maybe I haven'….

Life's no piece of cake, mind you, but the recipe's my own to fool with..

I saw that she was crying. Before I knew it, I was kissing her. Others on the platform were staring at us, but I didn't care about such things anymor….