“Suicide feels like One Authentic Thing. Suicide feels like Meaning of Life. Suicide feels like having the Last Word. Suicide feels like stopping Time Forever. But of course this is all just delusion, too! Suicide is just part of life,… — Ruth Ozeki Copy Share Image
“Time plays tricks on mothers. It teases you with breaks and brief caesuras, only to skip wildly forward, bringing breathtaking changes to your baby's… — Ruth Ozeki Copy Share Image
“Everything seemed to grow blacker as I sat there, except for the fireflies whose tiny pulsing lights drew arcs through the dark summer air.… — Ruth Ozeki Copy Share Image
That's what it feels like when I write, like I have this beautiful world in my head, but when I try to remember it… — Ruth Ozeki Copy Share Image
“Premonitions are coincidences waiting to happen,” he said, without looking up. “I” — Ruth Ozeki Copy Share Image
“As someone who has to teach for a living, I shouldn't be saying this, but the planet can do quite well without books.” — Ruth Ozeki Copy Share Image
Life is fleeting. Don't waste a single moment of your precious life. Wake up now! And now! And now! — Ruth Ozeki Copy Share Image
“Do not think that time simply flies away. Do not understand “flying” as the only function of time. If time simply flew away, a… — Ruth Ozeki Copy Share Image
“INSTRUCTIONS FOR ZAZEN First of all, you have to sit down, which you’re probably already doing. The traditional way is to sit on a… — Ruth Ozeki Copy Share Image
The wondrous thing about nature, her gift to us, is her wanton promiscuity. She reproduces herself with abandon, with teeming infinite generosity. — Ruth Ozeki Copy Share Image
“this feeling of alive is not so easy to experience. Even although life is a thing that seems to have some kind of weight… — Ruth Ozeki Copy Share Image
Writing is solitary. You spend so much time alone and in your own mind, telling stories. — Ruth Ozeki Copy Share Image
It was really a means-of-production problem. It costs so much to make films. With a novel, you can write the whole thing on a… — Ruth Ozeki Copy Share Image
