I'm politically inclined towards the left, but I don't like to be in anyone's gang; I'm a bit of a loose cannon.

She always had that about her, that look of otherness, of eyes that see things much too far, and of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world.

Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate or tortuous as the heart. Bitter. Sweet. Alive.

It isn't just a village. The houses aren't just places to live. Everything belongs to everybody. Everyone belongs to everyone else. Even a single person can make a difference.

I let it go. It's like swimming against the current. It exhausts you. After a while, whoever you are, you just have to let go, and the river brings you home.

A man may plant a tree for a number of reasons. Perhaps he likes trees. Perhaps he wants shelter. Or perhaps he knows that someday he may need the firewood.

I've never been very good at leaving things behind. I tried, but I have always left fragments of myself there too, like seeds awaiting their chance to grow.

I have an advanced degree in procrastination and another one in paranoia.

Some people spend the whole of their lives sitting waiting for one train, only to find that they never even made it to the station.

Life is what you celebrate. All of it. Even its end.

If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.

Be simple

when you're young you do think that things last forever unfortunately they don't Lyra.

The evening that Al and I met became the night that we met. By the time we fell asleep at daybreak we were different people

I work out. I used to go to yoga every day. Now I just incorporate yoga into my warm-up and my cool down. I drink a lot of water, and I go to therapy.

Ink is the great cure for all human ills.

The writer is always tricking the reader into listening to their dream.

I travel a lot, so I keep my look simple. My home décor style is pretty similar. I try to make it inviting, homey, and comfortable, with some special and personal pieces throughout.

When I'm in my groove there is no thinking. Everything just happens.

A Gustave Courbet portrait of a trout has more death in it than Rubens could get in a whole Crucifixion.

I sit with Shakespeare and he winces not.