My theory is that happy people can only write happy, shallow novels. But the downtrodden can vividly imagine their ideal world, perfectly envisioned in true beauty... And that's the spirit I put into my novels.

"N-Not that you'll remember my n-name anyway, but... I'm T-Toko... Toko Fukawa."

Even a monkey can fall out of a tree, hit his head, slip into a coma, and die!