I write my novels personally, desperately and non-negligently. When I write my novels, I think about my novels only, and never do other works.

I may not look it, but I can be a very patient guy. And killing time is one of my specialities.

Beyond the edge of the world there’s a space where emptiness and substance neatly overlap, where past and future form a continuous, endless loop. And, hovering about, there are signs no one has ever read, chords no one has ever heard.

It doesn’t matter how old I get, but as long as I continue to live I’ll always discover something new about myself.

Whether you take the doughnut hole as a blank space or as an entity unto itself is a purely metaphysical question and does not affect the taste of the doughnut one bit.

Of course it hurt that we could never love each other in a physical way. We would have been far more happy if we had. But that was like the tides, the change of seasons--something immutable, an immovable destiny we could never alter. No matter how cleverly we might shelter it, our delicate friendship wasn't going to last forever. We were bound to reach a dead end. That was painfully clear.

This is the extent of his knowledge of the sea: it was very big, it was salty, and fish lived there.