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.

You can see a person's whole life in the cancer they get.

I never made any plan before writing, however I succeeded. I enjoyed writing with excitement ,"what happen on the next page?"

The passage of time will usually extract the venom of most things and render them harmless

My point is: in this whole wide world the only person you can depend on is you.

I was dying. Like all the other people who live in this world.

Memory is so crazy! It's like we've got these drawers crammed with tons of useless stuff. Meanwhile, all the really important things we just keep forgetting, one after the other.