No matter what you tell me, no matter how legitimate your reasons, I can never just forget about you, I can never push the years we spent together ou….

Don’t you see? You and he might never cross paths again. Of course, a chance meeting could occur, and I hope it happens. I really do, for your sake. ….

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 sleepi….

This place is too calm, too natural--too complete. I don't deserve it. At least not yet..

There is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for..

Kindness and a caring mind are two separate qualities. Kindness is manners. It is superficial custom, an acquired practice. Not so the mind. The mind….

In this world, there is no absolute good, no absolute evil," the man said. "Good and evil are not fixed, stable entities, but are continually trading….

Most of the psychological differences between men and women seem to come from differences in their reproductive system.

If writing novels is like planting a forest, then writing short stories is more like planting a garden..

If you really want to know something, you have to be willing to pay the price..

Our memory is made up of our individual memories and our collective memories. The two are intimately linked. And history is our collective memory. If….

Here, too, a brand-new day is beginning. It could be a day like all the others, or it could be a day remarkable enough in many ways to remain in the ….

In the world we live in, what we know and what we don't know are like Siamese twins, inseparable, existing in a state of confusion..

Sometimes I feel like a caretaker of a museum -- a huge, empty museum where no one ever comes, and I'm watching over it for no one but myself..

People soon get tired of things that aren't boring, but not of what is boring..

You've already decided what you're going to do, and all that's left is to set the wheels in motion. I mean, it's your life. Basically, you gotta go w….

I’m free, I think. I shut my eyes and think hard and deep about how free I am, but I can’t really understand what it means. All I know is I’m totally….

We can, if we so choose, wander aimlessly over the continent of the arbitrary. Rootless as some winged seed blown about on a serendipitous spring bre….

I always write my novels with music (I don't listened to the music seriously.) Music seems to encourage me..

Open your eyes, train your ears, use your head. If a mind you have, then use it while you can..

All I do is keep on running in my own cozy, homemade void, my own nostalgic silence. And this is a pretty wonderful thing. No matter what anybody els….