The impulse for much writing is homesickness. You are trying to get back home, and in your writing you are invoking that home, so you are assuaging the homesickness.

The wind shows us how close to the edge we are.

The willingness to accept responsibility for one's own life is the source from which self-respect springs.

To cure jealousy is to see it for what it is, a dissatisfaction with self.

We are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not.

I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear.

Memory fades, memory adjusts, memory conforms to what we think we remember.

We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget.

The fear is for what is still to be lost.

Do not whine... Do not complain. Work harder. Spend more time alone.

Short stories demand a certain awareness of one's own intentions, a certain narrowing of the focus.

Get to know how to rely on yourself and think independently and never wait for savior

Excessively sweet praise can rot your ego over time.

There shall come a day when Birds shall be free... :) and humans will see...

I'm into the food in Vegas. I'm willing to go to nice restaurants for sushi and stuff like that.

Man has set for himself the goal of conquering the world but in the processes loses his soul.

Your lips and mine, two sips of wine, memories are made of this.

Oh, what a valiant faculty is hope.

Nobody is here to fulfill your dream. Everybody is here to fulfill his own destiny, his own reality.

You can't not be into basketball and grow up in Chicago or live in L.A., because people are so fanatical about the teams. You know what's going on with the games even if you don't watch.

What’s your cause? Does it move you to tears? What is it that moves you passionately?