If you really want to know what's happening here and now, you've got to use your own eyes and your own judgment.

I am worrying about my country. I feel I have a responsibility as a novelist to do something.

When I write a novel I put into play all the information inside me. It might be Japanese information or it might be Western; I don't draw a distinction between the two.

Wasn't he the one who said you shouldn't trust anybody who calls himself an ordinar man? - Naoko

So that's how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the loss, no matter how important the thing that's stolen from us--that's snatched right out of our hands--even if we are left completely changed, with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to play out our lives this way, in silence. We draw ever nearer to the end of our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness.

Time expands, then contracts, all in tune with the stirrings of the heart.

Does G get angry because it follows F in the alphabet? Does page 68 in a book start a revolution because it follows 67?