before the gate -- my walking stick's made a river of melting snow

In the cherry blossom's shade there's no such thing as a stranger.

Giddy grasshopper Take care...do not leap and crush These pearls of dewdrop

What a strange thing! to be alive beneath cherry blossoms.

Carrying a poppy he passes through the quarrel.

Reflected in the dragonfly's eye -- mountains.

In spring rain a pretty girl yawning.

Don't worry, spiders, I keep house casually.

O snail Climb Mount Fuji But slowly, slowly!

Summer night-- even the stars are whispering to each other.

Listen, all creeping things, the bell of transience.

But search the land of living men Where wilt thou find their like again.

Notes are expensive... spend them wisely

I think when you have a character as richly drawn, I suppose then there are subconscious, mental notes that you've made.

Personality is to a man what perfume is to a flower.

Truth, of course, must of necessity be stranger than fiction, for we have made fiction to suit ourselves.

There is grand romance in The Lord of the Rings. It's an important part of epic literature.

Yearning wants mostly to perpetuate itself.

Stop worrying about the lousy science, and how me the money already.

Whether or not birth control is eugenic, hygienic, and economic, it is the most revolutionary practice in the history of sexual morals.

There is nothing that dies so hard and rallies so often as intolerance.