Why do I act like this, agreeing when I really disagree, letting people force me to do things I don't want to do?

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.

Whenever she felt like crying, she would instead become angry—at someone else or at herself—which meant that it was rare for her to shed tears.

Strange and mysterious things, though, aren't they - earthquakes? We take it for granted that the earth beneath our feet is solid and stationary. We even talk about people being 'down to earth' or having their feet firmly planted on the ground. But suddenly one day we see that it isn't true. The earth, the boulders, that are supposed to be solid, all of a sudden turn as mushy as liquid - From the short story "Thailand

One listless day followed another, with nothing to distinguish one from the next. You could have changed the order and no one would have noticed.

That's all I think about these days. Must be because I have so much time to kill every day. When you don't have anything to do, your thoughts get really, really far out - so far out you can't follow them all the way to the end.

If you're in pitch blackness, all you can do is sit tight until your eyes get used to the dark.