Will you wait for me forever?

I don't know -- maybe the world has two different kinds of people, and for one kind the world is this completely logical, rice pudding place, and for the other it's all hit-or-miss macaroni gratin.

I just wanted to write something about running, but I realized that to write about my running is to write about my writing. It's a parallel thing in me.

Most young people were getting jobs in big companies, becoming company men. I wanted to be individual.

When I was a teenager, I thought how great it would be if only I could write novels in English. I had the feeling that I would be able to express my emotions so much more directly than if I wrote in Japanese.

I tell lies sometimes. The last time I lied was a year ago. I absolutely detest lying. You could say that lying and silence are the two greatest sins of present day society. Actually, I lie a lot, and I'm always clamming up.

What I think is this: You should give up looking for lost cats and start searching for the other half of your shadow.