This is what it means to live on. When granted hope, a person uses it as fuel, as a guidepost to life. It is impossible to live without hope.

Life: I'll never understand it.

It's like Tolstoy said. Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story.

Letters are just pieces of paper," I said. "Burn them, and what stays in your heart will stay; keep them, and what vanishes will vanish.

I think people who share my dreams can enjoy reading my novels. And that's a wonderful thing. I said that myths are like a reservoir of stories, and if I can act as a similar kind of "reservoir," albeit a modest one, that would make me very happy.

Time moves in it special way in the middle of the night.

Life is so uncertain: you never know what could happen. One way to deal with that is to keep your pajamas washed.