If you try to use your head to think about things, people don't want to have anything to do with you
I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt but I was wrong.
This is the extent of his knowledge of the sea: it was very big, it was salty, and fish lived there.
A certain type of perfection can only be realized through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect.
I had no ambition to be a writer because the books I read were too good, my standards were too high.