People lose fifty million skin cells every day. The cells get scraped off and turn into invisible dust, and disappear into the air. Maybe we are nothing but skin cells as far as the world is concerned.

I'm going to take you out of here ... I'm going to take you home, to the world where you belong, where cats with bent tails live, and there are little backyards, and alarm clocks ring in the morning.

A person’s destiny is something you look back at afterwards, not something to be known in advance.

Pointless thinking is worse than no thinking at all.

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

But if you knew you might not be able to see it again tomorrow, everything would suddenly become special and precious, wouldn’t it?

That’s how stories happen — with a turning point, an unexpected twist. There’s only one kind of happiness, but misfortune comes in all shapes and sizes. It’s like Tolstoy said. Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story.