I Would Like To Carve My Novel

I Have Always Tried To Write In A Simple Way, Using Down-to-earth And Not Abstract Words.

A Novelist Is A Man Who Doesn't Like His Mother.

It Just Happened. As Though A Moment Comes When It's Both Necessary And Natural To Make A Decision That Has Long Since Been Made.

It Was Night And I Could See A Large And Calm Lake, Reflecting The Moon. Black Mountains Rose Around It. I Arrived From Between Two Of These Mountains, I Looked At The Lake And The Moon, And That Was It, Nothing Else Happened.

I Would Like To Carve My Novel In A Piece Of Wood.