If she did experience sex--or something close to it--in high school, I'm sure it would have been less out of sexual desire or love than literary curiosity.
Ideas are like beards. Men don’t have them until they grow up. Somebody said that, but I can’t remember who.Voltaire, the younger man said. He rubbed his chin and smiled, a cheerful,unaffected smile....
I'm not going to get involved in a debate with you. Just remember this: the gods give, and the gods take away. Even if you are not aware of having been granted what you posses, the gods remember what...
I'm always tripped up by the eternal who am I?
I want to write stories that are different from the ones I've written so far, Junpei thought: I want to write about people who dream and wait for the night to end, who long for the light so they can h...
I used to think the years would go by in order, that you get older one year at a time. But it's not like that. It happens overnight.
I stare at this ceaseless, rushing crowd and imagine a time a hundred years from now. In a hundred years everybody here-me included-will have disappeared from the face of the earth and turned into ash...
I never trust people with no appetite. It's like they're always holding something back on you.
I got to know her well, and we talked about all sorts of things. We understood each other. You could even say I loved her.
I go back to the reading room, where I sink down in the sofa and into the world of The Arabian Nights. Slowly, like a movie fadeout, the real world evaporates. I'm alone, inside the world of the story...
I get irritated, I get upset. Especially when I'm in a hurry. But I see it all as part of our training. To get irritated is to lose our way in life.
I don't know, there's something about you. Say there's an hourglass: the sand's about to run out. Someone like you can always be counted on to turn the thing over.
I can be hurt, you know. I can get as exhausted as anybody else. I can feel so bad I want to cry, too.
Folding her arms and closing her eyes, Hatsumi sank back into the corner of the seat. Her small gold earrings caught the light as the taxi swayed. Her midnight blue dress seemed to have been made to m...
Ever since I was little my mother had told me, if you don’t know something, go to the library and look it up.
Death was not the opposite of life. It was already here, within my being, it had always been here, and no struggle would permit me to forget that.
As we go through life we gradually discover who we are, but the more we discover, the more we lose ourselves.
Are you asking because you really want an answer?
And her sleep was too long and deep for that:so deep that she left her normal reality behind.
A life without pain: it was the very thing I had dreamed of for years, but now that I had it, I couldn’t find a place for myself within it. A clear gap separated me from it, and this caused me great c...