“A line, a short line, stumbles off into the morning. Thirty two men.”

“We were lining up and counting off nice and easy till you came stumbling through like a doped-up bull,' Minho responded.”

“Having stumbled upon a tolerable career, for the first time in my life I was actually living above the poverty line. My hunger to climb had been blunted, in short, by a bunch of small satisfactions that added up to something like happiness.”

“One night a friend lent me a book of short stories by Franz Kafka. I went back to the pension where I was staying and began to read The Metamorphosis. The first line almost knocked me off the bed. I was so surprised. The first line reads, “As Gregor Samsa awoke that morning from uneasy dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect. . . .” When I read the line I thought to myself that I didn’t know anyone was allowed to write things like that. If I had known, I would have started writing a long time ago. So I immediately started writing short stories.”

“Hate is never a far cry from love… Sometimes I stumble the lines drunken.. Hollering your name..”

“It's a fine line between Saturday night and Sunday morning.”