Don't pointless things have a place, too, in this far-from-perfect world?

To keep on going, you have to keep up the rhythm.

My face, my self, what would they mean to anybody? Just another stiff. So this self of mine passes some other's self on the street - what do we have to say to each other? Hey there! Hi ya!That's about it. Nobody raises a hand. No one turns around to take another look.

You don't have to judge the whole world by your own standards. Not everybody is like you, you know.

It's not right for one friend to do all the giving and the other to do all the taking: that's not real friendship.

A story is not something of this world. A real story requires a kind of magical baptism to link the world on this side with the world on the other side.

It is hard to be an individual in Japan.