I’m me, and at the same time not me. That’s what it felt like. A very still, quiet feeling.

In my younger days, I was trying to write sophisticated prose and fantastic stories.

When I was little, I had this science book. There was a section on 'What would happen to the world if there was no friction?' Answer: 'Everything on earth would fly into space from the centrifugal force of revolution.' That was my mood.

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

It is however, difficult to make your narratives relative by yourself. A novelists' work is to provide models to make your narratives relative. If you read my novels then you may feel, "I have the same experience as this narrative", or "I have the same idea as this novel". It means that your narrative and mine sympathize, concord and resonate together.

I always feel like I'm struggling to become someone else. Like I'm trying to find a new place, grab hold of a new life, a new personality. I guess it's part of growing up; it's also an attempt to reinvent myself.

The silence grew deeper, so deep that if you listened carefully you might very well catch the sound of the earth revolving on its axis.