At The Beginning Of His Struggle, The

A Writer Always Wears Glasses And Never Combs His Hair. Half The Time He Feels Angry About Everything And The Other Half Depressed. He Spends Most Of His Life In Bars, Arguing With Other Dishevelled, Bespectacled Writers. He Says Very 'deep' Things. He Always Has Amazing Ideas For The Plot Of His Next Novel, And Hates The One He Has Just Published.

Miracles Only Happen If You Believe In Miracles.

All We Have To Do Is Understand That We're All Here For A Reason And To Commit Ourselves To That. Then We Can Laugh At Our Sufferings, Large And Small And Walk Fearlessly, Aware That Each Step Has Meaning

The Great Victory, Which Appears So Simple Today, Was The Result Of A Series Of Small Victories That Went Unnoticed

You Want To Know If The Heart Of A Man Or A Woman Can Contain Enough Love For More Than One Person? ... I Think It's Perfectly Possible As Long As One Of Those People Doesn't Turn Into ... A Zahir.