Death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it.

When you see runners in town is easy to distinguish beginners from veterans. The ones panting are beginners; the ones with quiet, measured breathing are the veterans. Their hearts, lost in thought, slowly tick away time. When we pass each other on the road, we listen to the rhythm of each other's breathing, and sense the way the other person is ticking away the moments.

The body is not the only target of rape. Violence does not always take a visible form, and not all wounds gush blood.

The light of morning decomposes everything.

Her cry was the saddest sound of orgasm that I had ever heard.

Perhaps I'm just too painstaking a type of person, but I can't grasp much of anything without putting down my thoughts in writing.

I have read all my novels that were translated into English. Reading my novels is enjoyable because I forget almost all the content in them.