I only like books whose pages are soaked in the blue sky – in that blue that has passed the fiery trial of death. When my sentences smile, it is because they spring from the darkness. I have fought my whole life against the persuasive power of melancholy. My smile costs me a fortune. The blue of the sky is like dropping a gold coin from your pocket, and I would return it to you by writing about it. This blue in its majesty will definitely put an end to despair and bring tears to your eyes. Do you understand? From: The Man of Joy.