It is my huge pleasure that my novels are translated into languages that are read among small numbers of people.

Most near-future fictions are boring. It's always dark and always raining, and people are so unhappy.

Not that running away's going to solve everything. I don't want to rain on your parade or anything, but I wouldn't count on escaping this place if I were you. No matter how far you run. Distance might not solve anything.

Each of us possesses a tangible living soul. The system has no such thing. We must not allow the system to exploit us.

When I write about a 15-year old, I jump, I return to the days when I was that age. It's like a time machine. I can remember everything. I can feel the wind. I can smell the air. Very actually. Very vividly.

No matter what you tell me, no matter how legitimate your reasons, I can never just forget about you, I can never push the years we spent together out of my mind. I can't do it because it really happened, they are part of my life, and there is no way I can just erase them. That would be the same as erasing my own self.

Strong and independent? I’m neither. I’m just being pushed along by reality, whether I like it or not.