Time cannot be spurred on like a horse.

Perhaps the act of writing is necessary when nothing happens.

Mankind, which has always been a part of nature, has reached a point where it is too much for nature to accommodate.

Work seemed something fundamental for man, something which enabled him to endure the aimless flight of time.

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.

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

Defeat begins with the fear that one has lost.