Well, finally, the events I've been through have been tremendously complicated. All kinds of characters have come on the scene, and strange things have happened one after another, to the point where, if I try to think about them in order, I lose track.

I generally concentrate on work for three or four hours every morning. I sit at my desk and focus totally on what I’m writing. I don’t see anything else, I don’t think about anything else.

Team sports aren't my thing. I find it easier to pick something up if I can do it at my own speed. And you don't need a partner to go running, you don't need a particular place, like in tennis, just a pair of trainers.

What matters is deciding in your heart to accept another person completely. When you do that, it is always the first time and the last.

Nobody likes being alone that much. I don't go out of my way to make friends, that's all. It just leads to disappointment.

Maybe the star doesnt even exist any more.Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.

A deserted library in the morning - there's something about it that really gets to me. All possible words and ideas are there, resting peacefully.