Without the threat of punishment, there is no joy in flight.

Things have value Because somebody buys them, Because somebody pays money; If you can find a buyer, Even a lie is worth a thousand yen.

Yet there seemed to be some truth in the law of probability, according to which the chance of success is directly proportionate to the number of repetitions.

Perhaps the act of writing is necessary when nothing happens.

Defeat begins with the fear that one has lost.

Green makes me think of silence, or maybe it's loneliness. I get the feeling of a terribly distant star.

Far happier he, who, young and full of pride And radiant with the glory of the sun, Leaves earth before his singing time is done. All wounds of Time the graveyard flowers hide, His beauty lives, as fresh as when he died.