"I'm often asked what I think about as I run. On cold days I guess I think a little about how cold it is. And about the heat on hot days. When I'm sad I think about sadness. When I'm happy I think a little about happiness. And occasionally, hardly ever, really, I get an idea to use in a novel. But really as I run, I don't think much of anything worth mentioning.
The thoughts that occur to me while I'm running are like clouds in the sky. Clouds of different sizes. They come and they go, while the sky remains the same sky as always. The clouds are mere guests in the sky that pass away and vanish, leaving behind the sky."
Em dic Belén, un nom amb el que mai m'he sentit còmoda. Si hagués tingut una filla m'hagués agradat dir-li Cristina.
Jeg hetter Belén, et navn som jeg aldri har følt komfortabel. Hvis jeg hadde en datter jeg ville ha likt å kalle henne for Cristina.