Time cannot be spurred on like a horse.

A tower of illusion, all of it, made of illusory bricks and full of holes. If life were made up only of imporant things, it really would be a dangerous house of glass, scarcely to be handled carelessly. But everyday life was exactly like the headlines. And so everybody, knowing the meaninglessness of existence, sets the centre of his compass at his own home.

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

Perhaps the act of writing is necessary when nothing happens.

Now that you are dead, you are splendid. Photographs of people who have just died are worth twenty percent more, and for suicides there is an additional five percent. Now that you are dead you are much in demand.

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.

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