To be a writer does not mean to preach a truth, it means to discover a truth.

Living is being happy: seeing, hearing, touching, drinking, eating, urinating, defecating, diving into the water and gazing at the sky, laughing and crying.

The ludicrous element in our feeling does not make them any less authentic.

She was experiencing the same odd happiness and odd sadness as then. The sadness meant: We are at the last station. The happiness meant: We are together. The sadness was form, the happiness content. Happiness filled the space of sadness.

[W]e must never allow the future to collapse under the burden of memory.

I find myself fascinating.

The novelist teaches the reader to comprehend the world as a question.