“When you write about what you dream, you become a writer.When you dream about what you write, you become haunted by a curse.”

“Writing, then, was a substitute for myself: if you don’t love me, love my writing & love me for my writing. It is also much more: a way of ordering and reordering the chaos of experience.”

“the intensityin your eyesburns my penas i write.”

“I dont write books so that you can be fascinated with me. I write them so you can be fascinated with YOU!”

“Reading to understand and writing to be understood.”

“I am a prisoner of my own pen.”

“Surely it is an odd way to spend your life – sitting alone in a room with a pen in your hand, hour after hour, day after day, year after year, struggling to put words on pieces of paper in order to give birth to what does not exist, except in your head. Why on earth would anyone want to do such a thing? The only answer I have ever been able to come up with is: because you have to, because you have no choice.”

“I love you till I die!”

“I don’t think all writers are sad, she said.I think it’s the other way around—all sad people write.”

“Your life experience is a moving picture, of which you are writer, director, performer, producer and critic.”

“I arrived, I saw humans and I saw through their faces. Nothing ever changes but the light in their eyes. For I too have buried my demons today, without knowing what might remain beneath the face of tomorrow.”

“We’re only instruments of love, flowing through heaps of pain hoping one day we’d hatch a passion of our own.”

“Broken hearts, you can run, you can hide and perhaps the earth is big enough to believe you’re safe. So maybe for a moment you have escaped but hear me, hear me well. Love will find you and it will leave nothing behind.”