Even if you don't acknowledge it, people die, and guys sleep with girls. That's just how it is.

I wrote a huge number of letters that spring: one a week to Naoko, several to Reiko, and several more to Midori. I wrote letters in the classroom, I wrote letters at my desk at home with Seagull in my lap, I wrote letters at empty tables during my breaks at the Italian restaurant. It was as if I were writing letters to hold together the pieces of my crumbling life.

I never plan. I never know what the next page is going to be..... But that's the fun of writing a novel or a story, because I don't know what's going to happen next.

Inside that darkness, i saw rain falling on the sea. Rain softly falling on a vast sea, with no one there to see it. The rain strikes the surface of the sea, yet even the fish don't know it is raining.

When I start to write, I don't have any plan at all. I just wait for the story to come.

The problem was, I think, that the places I fit in were always falling behind the rimes.

Even if you managed to escape from one cage, weren't you just in another, larger one?