The trouble with a baby, for writists, is that they take away your useful melancholy, even the energy to invent some.
I’m going to be a person who writes stories.
I never told mom and dad how much I loved them.
I wanna be someone who can tell a lot of people how much I love them.
She who is a dancer can only sway the silk of her hair like the summer breeze.
A writer always writes.
Only after a writer lets literature shape her can she perhaps shape literature. In working-class France, when an apprentice got hurt, or when he got tired, the experienced workers said, “It is the trade entering his body.” The art must enter the body, too.
Be careful what you say and do around a writer; your words and actions may become material.
I have one regret. I took too damned long…
People add color to their story because they think it happened in black and white.
To heal our world we must be silent; willing to listen to the roars of the wounded. We must teach eachother how to feel, only than can an entire nation grow in peace, as the war within will slowly diminish.