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

No truth can cure the sorrow we feel from losing a loved one. No truth, no sincerity, no strength, no kindness can cure that sorrow. All we can do is see it through to the end and learn something from it, but what we learn will be no help in facing the next sorrow that comes to us without warning.

Whatever can't be expressed might as well not exist.

Ever since that happened to me, I haven't been able to give myself to anyone in this world.

Results aside, the ability to have complete faith in another human being is one of the finest qualities a person can possess.

Love can rebuild the world, they say, so everything's possible when it comes to love.

Life might just be an absurd, even crude, chain of events and nothing more.