“I have no idea where my pathetic nature comes from. If I thought about it too long, it would depress me.”

“From the bottom of my heart, I wanted to give up; I wanted to give up on living. There was no denying that tomorrow would come, and the day after tomorrow, and so next week, too. I never thought it would be this hard, but I would go on living in the midst of a glomy depression, and that made me feel sick to the depths of my soul. In spite of the tempest raging within me, I walked the night path calmly.”

“All my life, I've understood the nature of where I come from, but I never thought it might be wicked until now.”

“The idea comes to me from outside of me - and is like a gift. I then take the idea and make it my own - that is where the skill lies.”

“The only thing I have learned from life is to endure it, never to question it, and to burn up the longing generated by this in writing. Where this ideal has come from I have no idea, and as I now see it before me, in black and white, it almost seems perverse.”

“But I was naturally suspicious; it comes from working too closely with the police for too long. Cynicism is so contagious.”