The urge is always with me to retouch yesterday's canvas with today's paintbrush and cover the things that fill me with regret.

There is no logical reason to believe in God. There are emotional reasons, certainly, but I cannot have faith that nothing is something simply because it would be reassuring. I can no more believe in God than I can believe an invisible monkey lives in my ass; however, I would believe in both if they could be scientifically proven.

That which is painful sharpens one's love.

Coincidentally, a good age for a Japanese girl is younger than twenty five, because that's when she turns into a 'Christmas Cake'. Christmas cakes, as everyone knows, are desirable before the twenty fifth but afterward quickly become stale and are put on the shelf.

Heaven is an idea constructed by man to help him cope with the fact that life on earth is both brutally short and, paradoxically, far too long.

Love is as strong as death, as hard as hell.

The urge is always with me to retouch yesterday's canvas with today's paintbrush and cover the things that fill me with regret.