Fairness is a concept that holds only in limited situations. Yet we want the concept to extend to everything, in and out of phase. From snails to hardware stores to married life. Maybe no one finds it, or even misses it, but fairness is like love. What is given has nothing to do with what we seek.

The best point of my novels, I think, is their humor. I want to keep many my works humorous.

Something inside me had dropped away, and nothing came in to fill the cavern.

A person’s destiny is something you look back at afterwards, not something to be known in advance.

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

But actually time isn't a straight line. It doesn't ave a shape. In all senses of the term, it doesn't have any form. But since we can't picture something without form in our minds, for the sake of convenience we understand it as a straight line. At this point, humans are the only ones who can make that sort of conceptual substitution.

Sometimes it's not the people who change, it's the mask that falls off.