Never trust a man who carries a handkerchief, I always say. One of many prejudicial rules of thumb.
It’s really difficult to talk about dead people, but it’s even harder to talk about dead young women. It’s because from the time they die, they’ll be young forever. On the other hand, for us, the surv...
But thing in the past are like plate that’s shattered to pieces. You can never put it back together like it was, right?
Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.
I lost some of my friends because I got so famous, people who just assumed that I would be different now. I felt like everyone hated me. That is the most unhappy time of my life.
What we seek is some kind of compensation for what we put up with.
He stopped complaining, but now I was annoyed. I went to the roof and drank alone.
It's true though: time moves in its own special way in the middle of the night, the bartender says, loudly striking a book match and lighting a cigarette. You can't fight it.
You are a beautiful person, Doctor. Clearheaded. Strong. But you seem always to be dragging your heart along the ground. From now on, little by little, you must prepare yourself to face death. If you...
If I'm going to merely ramble, maybe I should just snuggle under the warm covers, think of Miu, and play with myself.
If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.
My point is: in this whole wide world the only person you can depend on is you.
I said nothing for a time, just ran my fingertips along the edge of the human-shaped emptiness that had been left inside me.
I just gave them a little scare. A touch of psychological terror. As Joseph Conrad once wrote, true terror is the kind that men feel towards their imagination. (from Super-frog Saves Tokyo)
Letters are just pieces of paper, I said. Burn them, and what stays in your heart will stay; keep them, and what vanishes will vanish.
How wonderful it is to be able to write someone a letter! To feel like conveying your thoughts to a person, to sit at your desk and pick up a pen, to put your thoughts into words like this is truly ma...
Shimamoto was in charge of the records. She'd take one from its jacket, place it carefully on the turntable without touching the grooves with her fingers, and, after making sure to brush the cartridge...
I'm tired of living unable to love anyone. I don't have a single friend - not one. And, worst of all, I can't even love myself. Why is that? Why can't I love myself? It's because I can't love anyone e...
It's basically the same in all periods of societies. If you belong to the majority, you can avoid thinking about lots of troubling things.''And those troubling things are all you /can/ think about whe...
What we needed were not words and promises but the steady accumulation of small realities.
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