Dreaming is the day job of novelists, but sharing our dreams is a still more important task for us. We cannot be novelists without this sense of sharing something.

Everybody has to start somewhere. You have your whole future ahead of you. Perfection doesn't happen right away.

You know what I should do?" Hoshino asked excited. "Of course," the cat said. "What'd I tell you? Cats know everything. Not like dogs.

I want to write about people who dream and wait for the night to end, who long for the light so they can hold the ones they love.

Isn't life strange? There are people who have so many leftover clothes they can't stuff them all in their wardrobe. And then there are people like me, whose socks never match.

Nothing in the real world is as beautiful as the illusions of a person about to lose consciousness.

Autumn finally arrived. And when it did, I came to a decision. Something had to give: I couldn't keep on living like this.