History Dies Without The Present.

All The Time I Think I Can Never Love You More Than I Already Do. And Then You Do Something Or Say Something, And I Love You More Than Ever. Like Just Now. Like Now. How Is It Possible? Can You Love Someone More And More And At The Same Time, All The Time, Love Them As Much As It's Possible To Love Someone?

Fame, Money And The Size Of The Market Are Not Very Important To Me. What Is, Is Writing A Book That Is Worth Doing And Then Publishing It. I Don't Write Books For Entertainment, For People To Pass The Time Then Throw Away.

Rooms Are A Fixed Size, Which Can't Be Altered Without Pulling Down Walls And Building New Ones. They Should Be Unchanging In Shape And Proportions. But Sometimes They Do Change Depending On Who's In Them.

Sometimes The Course Of Our Lives Depends On What We Do Or Don't Do In A Few Seconds, A Heartbeat, When We Either Seize The Opportunity, Or Just Miss It. Miss The Moment And You Never Get A Chance Again.

I Don't Actually Think “true Love” Is Such A Good Term Because Love Can Only Be True. If It Isn't True It Can't Be Love.