You’re optimistic one moment, only to be racked the next by the certainty that it will all fall to pieces. And in the end it does.

If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.

Like you're riding a train at night across some vast plain, and you catch a glimpse of a tiny light in a window of a farmhouse. In an instant it's sucked back into the darkness behind and vanishes. But if you close your eyes, that point of light stays with you, just barely for a few moments.

If you think about it, an unfair society is a society that makes it possible for you to exploit your abilities to the limit.

Everything just blows me away.

I write my novels personally, desperately and non-negligently. When I write my novels, I think about my novels only, and never do other works.

I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt but I was wrong.