What's nurtured slowly grows well.

What we seek is some kind of compensation for what we put up with.

If you're in pitch blackness, all you can do is sit tight until your eyes get used to the dark.

This may be the most important proposition revealed by history: At the time, no one knew what was coming.

What if I’ve forgotten the most important thing? What if somewhere inside me there is a dark limbo where all the truly important memories are heaped and slowly turning into mud?...the thought fills me with an almost unbearable sorrow.

I write weird stories. I don't know why I like weirdness so much ... But when I write, I write weird. That's very strange. When I'm getting more and more serious, I'm getting more and more weird.

A certain type of perfection can only be realized through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect.