The faintest gleam of their lost memories glimmered for the briefest moment in their hearts.

It's a terrible thing when a person dies, whatever the circumstances. A hole opens up in the world, and we need to pay the proper respects. If we don't, the hole will never be filled in again.

Each person feels pain in his own way, each has his own scars.

It's like a kid standing at the window watching the rain.

Dreaming is the day job of novelists, but sharing our dreams is a still more important task for us. We cannot be novelists without this sense of sharing something.

I am worrying about my country. I feel I have a responsibility as a novelist to do something.

Inside that darkness, i saw rain falling on the sea. Rain softly falling on a vast sea, with no one there to see it. The rain strikes the surface of the sea, yet even the fish don't know it is raining.