Love is so holy, so confusing. It makes a man anxious, tormented. Love, how can I define it?

With the beginning of life, comes the thirst for truth, whereas the ability to lie is gradually acquired in the process of trying to stay alive.

It's in literature that true life can be found. It's under the mask of fiction that you can tell the truth.

As a male writer, women are always what men pursue, and their world is always a mystery. So I always tried to present as many views as possible on women's worlds.

I don't want to be a strong hero who can save society. I just want to save myself.

You should know that there is little you can seek in this world, that there is no need for you to be so greedy, in the end all you can achieve are memories, hazy, intangible, dreamlike memories which are impossible to articulate. When you try to relate them, there are only sentences, the dregs left from the filter of linguistic structures.

I believe in science but I also believe in fate.