Man can have but one interest in nature, namely to see himself, reflected or interpreted there.
I believe a strong woman may be stronger than a man, particularly if she happens to have love in her heart. I guess a loving woman is indestructible.
There’s no point in saying anything but the truth.
…part of the writer’s curse might be the ineffable struggle to submit to the spell of solitude and escape the grip of loneliness at the same time.
Prose is architecture, not interior decoration, and the Baroque is over.
The positive thinker sees the invisible, feels the intangible, and achieves the impossible.
I’m visiting a friend in Taipei. This morning I was getting ready to meet her when I realized my dad’s greatest gift to me. It wasn’t anything material or monetary. It was the gift of forcing me to become independent. When I was young he informed me he would leave no money for his children. He told me making a social impact is more important than money. When I needed a car he fronted the down payment, but when I couldn’t find a job to make the monthly payments, he informed me that the car was no longer mine. When I went to grad school he told me he wouldn’t be paying for it.
My dad could have offered some support but he didn’t. I always thought this was unfair, but I’ve realized by his restraint he has helped me to stand on my own two feet.
Reading good fiction is like making the jump from masturbation to sex.
Growing up is scary. I woke up at 6 am with a pounding heart, so I ran to Prospect Park and back. That wasn’t enough so I did a work out video afterwards. I worked all day and applied to jobs, drank a cup of coffee with flaky almond milk, listened to strange Persian music, and smoked a skinny cigarette that had a menthol after taste. It’s hard to remember to live for today sometimes.
Don’t complain if you’re not going to do anything about it.