A state of chronic powerlessness eats away at a person.

Having an object that symbolizes freedom might make a person happier than actually getting the freedom it represents..

I'm the kind of person who has to totally commit to whatever I do..

Whoa!" he says with a smile. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepen. "Chicken salad a la George Orwell!.

The fresh smell of coffee soon wafted through the apartment, the smell that separates night from day..

My grandpa always said asking a question is embarrassing for a moment, but not asking is embarrassing for a lifetime..

We were young, and we had no need for prophecies. Just living was itself an act of prophecy..

So the fact that I’m me and no one else is one of my greatest assets. Emotional hurt is the price a person has to pay in order to be independent..

No one could say how long that life would last. Whatever has form can disappear in an instant..

The facts and techniques or whatever they teach you in class isn't going to be veryuseful in the real world, that's for sure..

Shakespeare said it best,' Tamaru said quietly as he gazed at that lumpish, misshapen head. 'Something along these lines: if we die today, we do not ….

Everything was too sharp and clear, so that I could never tell where to start- the way a map that shows too much can sometimes be useless..

When you fall in love, the natural thing to do is give yourself to it..

With the advent of winter, her eyes seemed to take on a greater transparency, a transparency that lead nowhere. Occassionally, for no particular reas….

She's kind of funny looking. Her face is out of balance--broad forehead, button nose, freckled cheeks, and pointy ears. A slammed-together, rough sor….

Narratives have the same power, I think. Some readers of my novels ask me, "Why do you understand me?". That's a huge pleasure of mine because it mea….

I am here, alone, at the end of the world. I reach out and touch nothing.”..

I was confident that I was a special person. But time slowly chips away at life. People don't just die when their time comes. They gradually die away….

It's like the Tibetan Wheel of the Passions. As the wheel turns, the values and feelings on the outer rim rise and fall, shining or sinking into dark….

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 sout….

Tell me, Doctor, are you afraid of death?" "I guess it depends on how you die..