As a novelist, you could say that I am dreaming while I am awake, and every day I can continue with yesterday's dream. Because it is a dream, there are so many contradictions and I have to adjust them to make the story work. But, in principle, the original dream does not change.

At least he never walked.

The thing I’m most afraid of is me. Of not knowing what I’m going to do. Of not knowing what I’m doing right now

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?

In a place far away from anyone or anywhere, I drifted off for a moment.

That's gotta be one of the principles behind reality. Accepting things that are hard to comprehend, and leaving them that way.

Exhaustion pays no mind to age or beauty. Like rain and earthquakes and hail and floods.