The best musicians transpose consciousness into sound; painters do the same for color and shape.

The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.

Good style happens in one of two ways: the writer either has an inborn talent or is willing to work herself to death to get it.

Is it against the law for me to know it?

Sometimes I find it too hot to run, and sometimes too cold. Or too cloudy. But I still go running. I know that if I didn't go running, I wouldn't go the next day either. It's not in human nature to take unnecessary burdens upon oneself, so one's body soon becomes disaccustomed. It mustn't do that. It's the same with writing. I write every day so that my mind doesn't become disaccustomed.

Everything in life is a metaphor.

I have no models in Japanese literature. I created my own style, my own way.