I just wanted to write something about running, but I realized that to write about my running is to write about my writing. It's a parallel thing in me.

Love can rebuild the world, they say, so everything's possible when it comes to love.

A deserted library in the morning - there's something about it that really gets to me. All possible words and ideas are there, resting peacefully.

In most cases learning something essential in life requires physical pain.

Maybe the only thing I can definitely say about is this: That’s life. Maybe the only thing we can do is accept it, without really knowing what’s going on.

By then running had entered the realm of the metaphysical. First there came the action of running, and accompanying it there was this entity known as me. I run; therefore I am.

A short story I have written long ago would barge into my house in the middle of the night, shake me awake and shout, 'Hey,this is no time for sleeping! You can't forget me, there's still more to write!' Impelled by that voice, I would find myself writing a novel. In this sense, too, my short stories and novels connect inside me in a very natural, organic way.