One of those quiet types who logs a lot of time in the bedlam of her head, I sometimes need to be startled awake to the fact that the outside world still exists.

I am a man for whom the outside world exists.

When I'm writing, I'm in an isolation chamber. I'm not one to think about that outside world stuff when I'm writing.

You need a lot of different types of people to make the world better.

Sometimes the loudest things in the world are the things you can´t hear at all~

Disaster, to me, means in some big or small way, things going wrong. And that's obviously a matter of perception, right? Let's say your puppy chewed up all the shoes in your house. She probably had a fine time doing that. In her mind, a red letter day, the highlight of her puppy life.