The only people in this world I really trust are my fans - even if they do forget you so fast.

A father is a reality-concealing machine, a machine for dishing up lies to kids, and that isn't even the worst of it: secretly he believes that he represents reality.

They had laid the tender, down-ruffled little bird on a platter and appeared now to be pondering a way to eat out its heart without causing it distress.

And it seemed increasingly obvious that the world would have to topple if he was to attain the glory that was rightfully his. They were consubstantial: glory and the capsized world.

This time, Fusako was able to express herself with fluency and candor. The bold letters she had been writing week after week had granted her an unexpected new freedom.

To Ryuji the smile seemed as brittle as fine glass crystal and very dangerous

Make it a rule never to give a child a book you would not read yourself.

Nothing fortified me, and simple loneliness all but destroyed me, yet I felt swamped by the belief that life must mean something- otherwise why was it there? Why was anything anything?

Stay in love.

You are validating someone's life by telling their story. Even if it's a sad one.

Moshing and broken glass just don't go together.

I got kind of tired of playing, I think. But I think it will be part of my life again, maybe.

Playing without the fundamentals is like eating without a knife and fork. You make a mess.

I wanted Ambiades to understand that I considered myself a hierarchy of one.

Love should have no alternatives; love should be the sole reason for loving; love should spring of itself.

O heart, such disorganization!