When I write about a 15-year old, I jump, I return to the days when I was that age. Its like a time machine. I can remember everything. I can feel the wind. I can smell the air. Very actually. Very vividly. – Haruki Murakami
Mere humans who root through their refrigerators at three oclock in the morning can only produce writing that matches what they do. And that includes me. – Haruki Murakami