The past is weird. I mean, does it really exist ? It feels like it exists, but where is it ? And if it did exists, but doesn’t now, then where did it go ?

I believe it doesn't matter what it is, as long as you can find something concrete to keep you busy while you are living your meaningless life.

Life is fleeting. Don't waste a single moment of your precious life. Wake up now! And now! And now!

Print is predictable and impersonal, conveying information in a mechanical transaction with the reader’s eye. Handwriting, by contrast, resists the eye, reveals its meaning slowly, and is as intimate as skin.

language is magical - it's a form of conjuring. If you do it convincingly, readers will follow you.

She smiled. “Life is full of stories. Or maybe life is only stories. Good night, my dear Nao.

It takes a long time to write a book. I'm not going to spend that much time trying to deliver a message. The reason I do it is because I want to understand something myself. It's not a delivery device, it's an inquiry device. Didactic fiction to my mind never works. It backfires.