If you look at things from a distance, most anything looks beautiful.
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've finally experienced what the poet felt. The deep sense of loss after you've met the woman you love, have made love, then said goodbye. Like you're suffocating. The same emotion hasn't changed at...
I'm the kind of person who has to totally commit to whatever I do.
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 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 have a thing about losers. Flaws in oneself open you up to others with flaws.
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 dream. Sometimes I think that’s the only right thing to do. To dream, to live in the world of dreams. But it doesn’t last forever. Wakefulness always comes to take me back.
I basically have nothing to offer to others. If you think about it, I don’t even have anything to offer myself.
Huge organizations and me don't get along. They're too inflexible, waste too much time, and have too many stupid people.
Force yourself to explain it and you create lies.
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...
Exerting yourself to the fullest within your individual limits: that’s the essence of running, and a metaphor for life—-and for me, for writing as well.
Everytime you see a flood like that on the news you tell yourself: That's it. That's my heart.
Ever since that happened to me, I haven't been able to give myself to anyone in this world.
But finally, Mr. Wind-Up Bird, isn't that just what life is? Aren't we all trapped in the dark somewhere, and they've taken away our food and water, and we're slowly dying, little by little...?
Body cells replace themselves every month. Even at this very moment. Most everything you think you know about me is nothing more than memories.
Become like a sheet of blotting paper and soak it all in. Later on you can figure out what to keep and what to unload.