Occupation: Writer Birth: January 12, 1949
Adults need more complex narratives. They have their own narratives. The main characters are themselves..
The silence grew deeper, so deep that if you listened carefully you might very well catch the sound of the earth revolving on its axis..
Everything, everything seemed once-upon-a-time..
Those were strange days, now that I look back at them. In the midst of life, everything revolved around death..
Even if there were two of me, I still couldn't do all that has to be done. No matter what, though, I keep up my running. Running every day is a kind ….
It's not me but the world that's deranged..
When it's all over, it'll seem like a dream..
If I used being busy as an excuse not to run, I'd never run again. I have only a few reasons to keep on running, and a truckload of them to quit..
A story is not something of this world. A real story requires a kind of magical baptism to link the world on this side with the world on the other si….
Running taught me to have faith in my skills as a writer. I learned how much I can demand of myself, when I need a break, and when the break starts t….
I hurt myself deeply, though at the time I had no idea how deeply. I should have learned many things from that experience, but when I look back on it….
All of us are imperfect human beings living in an imperfect world..
In most cases learning something essential in life requires physical pain..
We never choose anything at all. Things happen. Or not..
I think most people live in fiction...That's how you keep your fragile body intact..
Suicides? Heart attacks? The papers didn't seem interested. The world was full of ways to die, too many to cover. Newsworthy deaths had to be excepti….
It depends on which reality you take and which reality I take.” (p. 318)..
ice contains no future , just the past, sealed away. As if they're alive, everything in the world is sealed up inside, clear and distinct. Ice can pr….
It's a quiet place, so people talk quietly," said Naoko. She made a neat pile of fish bones at the edge of her plate and dabbed at her mouth with a h….
So I'm not crazy after all! I thought it looked good myself once I cut it all off. Not one guy likes it, though. They all tell me I look like a first….
I don’t know what it means to live..