I always write my novels with music (I don't listened to the music seriously.) Music seems to encourage me.

I could disappear from the face of the earth, and the world would go on moving without the slightest twinge. Things were tremendously complicated, to be sure, but one thing was clear: no one needed me.

I may be the type who manages to grab all the pointless things in life but lets the really important things slip away.

It is my huge pleasure that my novels are translated into languages that are read among small numbers of people.

Well, finally, the events I've been through have been tremendously complicated. All kinds of characters have come on the scene, and strange things have happened one after another, to the point where, if I try to think about them in order, I lose track.

she was beautiful and seemingly quite intelligent, what with her pentameter search system. There wasn't a reason in the world not to find her appealing.

Start making excuses and there's no end to it. I can't live that kind of life.