Otherness is a big thing for me. I'm always drawn to characters that live lives that I couldn't lead.
I’ve seen all I need to. I’m going to go drink now in a futile effort to wipe away the memory of this debacle.
Sometimes you wake up from a dream. Sometimes you wake up in a dream. And sometimes, every once in a while, you wake up in someone else's dream.
Lissa knelt down, compassion on her face. I wasn't surprised, since she'd always had a thing for animals. She'd lectured me for days after I'd instigated the infamous hamster-and-hermit-crab fight. I'd viewed the fight as a testing of worthy opponents. She'd seen it as animal cruelty.
I need you,ʺ said Lissa. ʺI hear that from women a lot,ʺ said Adrian.
You're better than this. Better than whatever it is you're going to do now.
The future is always changing. If we had no choices, there'd be no point in living.
The people are that part of the state that does not know what it wants.
Thanks are the highest form of thought.
My novels are very much the same, as I think many people's novels are. No matter how hard I try to do otherwise, the books always wind up being "a group of strangers are thrown together by circumstance and form a society. "
The rhythm of my body is the same as my mother tongue. It is in this rhythm where I find sanctity, that I can return to my mother who is everywhere in the universe.