Our lives are not our own. We are bound to others, past and present, and by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future.

Human beings need to watch out for reasonless niceness too. It's never reasonless and its reason's not usually nice.

Our lives are not our own. We are bound to others, past and present, and by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future.

If war's first victim is truth, its second is clerical efficiency.

...now I'm a spent firework; but at least I've been a firework.

The world never stops unmaking what the world never stops making. But who says the world has to make sense?

If only,’ Shiroyama dreams, ‘human beings were not masks behind masks behind masks. If only this world was a clean board of lines and intersections. If only time was a sequence of considered moves and not a chaos of slippages and blunders.