When I was young, I could bounce back from things like a brand-new rubber ball.

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.

Many people ask why a writer commits suicide. But I think that people who ask don't know the vanity and the nothingness of writing. I think it is very usual and natural for a writer to commit suicide, because in order to keep on writing he must be a very strong person.

When I look at small things, I think I shall go on living: drops of rain, leather gloves shrunk by being wet... When I look at something too big, I want to die: the Diet Building, or a map of the world.

It's a dangerous dog that doesn't bark.

A plausible rumor / Seems a lot more believable / Than the truth itself.

Do you shovel to survive, or survive to shovel?