We never choose anything at all. Things happen. Or not.

What I saw wasn't a ghost. It was simply--myself. I can never forget how terrified I was that night, and whenever I remember it, this thought always springs to mind: that the most frightening thing in the world is our own self. What do you think?

Everything passes. Nobody gets anything for keeps. And that's how we've got to live.

If you want everything to be nice and straight all the time, then go live in a world made with a triungular ruler.

Sex is an extremely subtle undertaking, unlike going to the department store on a Sunday to buy a thermos.

The rain that fell on the city runs down the dark gutters and empties into the sea without even soaking the ground

Sometimes I wonder why I'm a novelist right now. There is no definite career reason why I became a writer. Something happened, and I became a writer. And now I'm a successful writer.