Most everything you think you know about me is nothing more than memories.

I happen to like the strange ones. People who look normal and leads normal lives - they're the ones you have to watch out for.

I have no idea! I have been writing for 35 years and from the beginning up to now the situation's almost the same. I'm kind of an ugly duckling. Always the duckling, never the swan.

I'm an average person. Is just that I like reading.

A story is not something of this world. A real story requires a kind of magical baptism to link the world on this side with the world on the other side.

This is no honky-tonk parade. 1Q84 is the real world, where a cut draws real blood, where pain is real pain and fear is real fear. The moon in the sky is no paper moon.

Does G get angry because it follows F in the alphabet? Does page 68 in a book start a revolution because it follows 67?