Along the coast the sea roars, and inland the mountains roar – the roaring at the center, like a distant clap of thunder.

Cosmic time is the same for everyone, but human time differs with each person. Time flows in the same way for all human beings; every human being flows through time in a different way.

The true joy of a moonlit night is something we no longer understand. Only the men of old, when there were no lights, could understand the true joy of a moonlit night.

Put your soul in the palm of my hand for me to look at, like a crystal jewel. I'll sketch it in words.

The labor into which a heart has poured its whole love--where will it have its say, to excite and inspire, and when?

The road was frozen. The village lay quiet under the cold sky. Komako hitched up the skirt of her kimono and tucked it into her obi. The moon shone like a blade frozen in blue ice.

Our language is primarily for expressing human goodness and beauty.

It's remarkable how we go on year after year, doing the same old things. We get tired and bored, and ask when they'll come for us

People have separated from each other with walls of concrete that blocked the roads to connection and love. and Nature has been defeated in the name of development.

I suppose even a woman's hatred is a kind of love.

Does pain go away and leave no trace, then?’ ‘You sometimes even feel sentimental for it.

Our expectation in ourselves must be higher than our expectation in others.

The strong belief can make things out of imagination.But that can also make facts as if they were fairy tales.

I'm very honest about the things I struggle with and I need to work on to survive as a solo artist.

It is futile to fight against, if one does not know what one is fighting for.

The forgotten men and women of America will be forgotten no longer.

Will raised both eyebrows. 'Well, you learn a new thing everyday,' he said reflectively. 'In your case, that's no exaggeration,' Halt said, completely straight-faced.

I have no clue. I have ovaries; therefore, I repel all things mechanical.

Sometimes... sometimes keeping alive is too tiring," she whispered, wringing her hands. Before he knew what he was doing, he pressed his lips against her brow. "Don't ever say that. Ever.

Decency must be an even more exhausting state to maintain than its opposite. Those who succeed seem to need a stupefying amount of sleep.

At last awake from life, that insane dream we take for waking now.