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.

I recently bought a cat, but took it back a day later because our personalities clashed.

The earth's a door if you press your ear against it.

Lying's wrong, but when the world spins backwards, a small wrong may be a big right.

War's an auction where whoever can pay the most in damage and still be standing wins.

By each crime and every kindness, we birth our future.

All revolutions are the sheerest fantasy until they happen; then they become historical inevitabilities.