The rain's innumerable hooves spatter on the streets and roofs.
Taro taught me that people respect spirit, but even cowards don't respect cowards.
We looked at each other for the last time; nothing is as eloquent as nothing.
Creation never ceased on the sixth evening, it occurs to the young man. Creation unfolds around us, despite us and through us at the speed of days and nights. And we call it love.
Probably in a parallel universe not far from here, I'm working for Nintendo.
Why does any martyr cooperate with his judases?...We see a game beyond the endgame...As Seneca warned Nero: No matter how many of us you kill, you will never kill your successor.