“When an author is no longer working toward publication, he has the greatest freedom.”

“We’ve lived a hundred years, shouldn’t we prepare for what comes next?”

“Since turning sixty, I’ve thought about death every single day.”

“People’s spirits resemble a patch of grass struggling to grow in the intermittently light and dark area beneath partially open and partially closed windows.”

My hometown never rejected me. However, whenever I return, I don’t dare tell them what exactly I spend my days writing.