The writer is a spiritual anarchist, as in the depth of his soul every man is. He is discontented with everything and everybody. The writer is everybody's scapegoat and everybody's prophet.

If memories had a smell, it would be the fragrance of camphor, sweet and secure, like clearly remembered happiness, sweet and melancholy, like forgotten sorrow.

We don't believe in universal solutions. Every problem requires its own answer.

我不想成为明星。我想成为一名演员。

The best time to start building the life you want is now.