Faith, the least exclusive club on Earth, has the craftiest doorman. Every time I've stepped through its wide-open doorway, I find myself stepping out on the street again.

I wonder how many years Suga has been carrying his curse around with him. I forget that other people in the world have broken parts too.

We looked at each other for the last time; nothing is as eloquent as nothing.

why human beings despise what is beautiful and good, and seek to destroy the things they need the most

I rarely ever put my head above the rampart and see where this big lumbering behemoth called 'global literature' is going.

A book you finish reading is not the same book it was before you read it.

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.