So what’s wrong if there happens to be one guy in the world who enjoys trying to understand you?

The sad truth is that certain types of things can't go backward. Once they start going forward, no matter what you do, they can't go back the way they were. If even one little thing goes awry, then that's how it will stay forever.

I’m free, I think. I shut my eyes and think hard and deep about how free I am, but I can’t really understand what it means. All I know is I’m totally alone. All alone in an unfamiliar place, like some solitary explorer who’s lost his compass and his map. Is this what it means to be free? I don’t know, and I give up thinking about it.

The facts and techniques or whatever they teach you in class isn't going to be veryuseful in the real world, that's for sure.

I have read all my novels that were translated into English. Reading my novels is enjoyable because I forget almost all the content in them.

Grandfather always said school’s a place where they take sixteen years to wear down your brain. Grandfather hardly went to school either.

Once you let yourself grow close to someone, cutting the ties could be painful.