I find myself thinking about my ongoing existence as a human being and the path that lies ahead of me. Though of course these thoughts lead to but one place - death.

I don't think of myself as an artist. I'm just a guy who can write.

If there’s something I can’t do but want to, I won’t relax until I’m able to do it.

Tell me, Doctor, are you afraid of death?" "I guess it depends on how you die.

I wonder what ants do on rainy days?

Kumiko and I felt something for each other from the beginning. It was not one of those strong, impulsive feelings that can hit two people like an electric shock when they first meet, but something quieter and gentler, like two tiny lights traveling in tandem through a vast darkness and drawing imperceptibly closer to each other as they go. As our meetings grew more frequent, I felt not so much that I had met someone new as that I had chanced upon a dear old friend.

It's because of you when I'm in bed in the morning that I can wind my spring and tell myself I have to live another good day.