It's the same with menus and men and just about anything else: we think we're choosing things for ourselves, but in fact we may not be choosing anything. It could be that everthing's being decided in advance and we pretend we're making choices. Free will may be an illusion. I often think that.

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.

There's no war that will end all wars.

My point is: in this whole wide world the only person you can depend on is you.

I want you always to remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?

I like to read books. I like to listen to music.

It is hard to be an individual in Japan.