Not being able to find the right words at crucial times is one of my many problems.
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.
Whenever I look at the ocean, I always want to talk to people, but when I'm talking to people, I always want to look at the ocean.
When Debussy was seeming to get nowhere with an opera he was composing, he put it this way: I spent my days pursuing the nothingness -- it creates. My job is to create that void, that . Hunting knife
The worst thoughts usually strike in the dead of the night.
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...
People whose freedom is taken away always end up hating somebody.
People lose fifty million skin cells every day. The cells get scraped off and turn into invisible dust, and disappear into the air. Maybe we are nothing but skin cells as far as the world is concerned...
Once she called to invite me to a concert of Liszt piano concertos. The soloist was a famous South American pianist. I cleared my schedule and went with her to the concert hall at Ueno Park. The perfo...
Nobody's going to win all the time. On the highway of life you can't always be in the fast lane.
Listen up - there's no war that will end all wars.
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.
In everybody’s life there’s a point of no return. And in a very few cases, a point where you can’t go forward anymore. And when we reach that point, all we can do is quietly accept the fact. That’s ho...
If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.
If I'm going to merely ramble, maybe I should just snuggle under the warm covers, think of Miu, and play with myself.
I do feel that I’ve managed to make something I could maybe call my world…over time…little by little. And when I’m inside it, to some extent, I feel kind of relieved. But the very fact I felt I had to...
He felt as if his heart had dried up. I needed her he thought. I needed someone like her to fill the void inside me. But I wasn’t able to fill the void inside her. Until the bitter end, the emptiness...
Don't tell me anymore. You should have your dream, as the old woman told you to. I understand how you feel, but if you put those feelings into words they will turn into lies. (from Thailand)
As time passes, memory, inevitably, reconstitutes itself.
Anyway, it seems to me that the way most people go on living (I suppose there are a few exceptions), they think that the world of life (or whatever) is this place where everything is (or is supposed t...