People who believe that they are strong-willed and the masters of their destiny can only continue to believe this by becoming specialists in self-deception.

There are people in the world for whom "coming along" is a perpetual process, people who are destined never to arrive.

Love is like the lightning, and your maturity is signaled by the extent to which you can accept the dangers and the power and the beauty of love.

People are too various to be treated so lightly. I am too various to be trusted.

And love will simply have no choice but to go into battle with space and time, and furthermore, to win.

The future is like heaven-everyone exalts it but no one wants to go there now.

The world tends to trap you in the role you play and it is always extremely hard to maintain a watchful, mocking distance between oneself as one appears to be and oneself as one actually is.