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.

The power to concentrate was the most important thing. Living without this power would be like opening one’s eyes without seeing anything.

What was lost was lost. There was no retrieving it, however you schemed, no returning to how things were, no going back.

Death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it.

Lots of different ways to live and lots of different ways to die. But in the end that doesn't make a bit of difference. All that remains is a desert.

The light of morning decomposes everything.

I wonder what ants do on rainy days?