“I know an unhappy person who can’t write anything unless he’s sitting at his desk in his room with his laptop. [...] No matter what spectacular places he visited, he couldn’t enjoy himself because he had only his own room in mind. He was the happiest when he was sitting at his desk in his room, traveling with his laptop. In the end, he became someone who couldn’t come out of his room all his life. He did write, of course, but he couldn’t be a world-renowned novelist. He could write things that were only as big as the room in which he stayed.”