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.

There is nothing in this world that never takes a step outside a person's heart.

I'd made it back to the land of the living. No matter how boring or mediocre a world it might be, this was it.

In ancient times, people weren't just male or female, but one of three types: male/male, male/female, female/female. In other words, each person was made out of the components of two people. Everyone was happy with this arrangement and never really gave it much a thought. But then God took a knife and cut everybody in half, right down the middle. So after that the world was divided just into male and female, the upshot being that people spend their time running around trying to locate their missing other half.

Everyone just keeps on disappearing. Some things vanish, like they were cut away. Others fade slowly into the mist. And all that remains is a desert.

Is this what it means to go back to square one? Most likely. He had nothing left to lose, other than his life.

It's like Tolstoy said. Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story.