Everyone keeps saying I’ll pick it up. But what if I don’t? I did algebra for three years, and I never picked that up.

In the end, you have to choose whether or not to trust someone.

You never know how things are going to turn out, however much you plan. But you already know that.

The thing with giving up is you never know. You never know whether you could have done the job. And I'm sick of not knowing about my life.

If my writing comes to a halt, I head to the shops: I find them very inspirational. And if I get into real trouble with my plot, I go out for a pizza with my husband.

I don't speak Japanese, I don't know anything about Japanese business or Japanese culture. Apart from sushi. But I can't exactly go up to him and say "Sushi!" out of the blue. It would be like going up to a top American businessman and saying, "T-bone steak!

Life is like an escalator. You see, it carries you on regardless. And you might as well enjoy the view and seize every opportunity while you're passing. Otherwise, it'll be too late.