There's something in life that's a curtain, and I keep trying to raise it.

When you raise girls, you're raising children for strangers.

The work of preservation demands that the feelings playing about in one's guts not be turned into action. Just watch their passing like cherry blossoms.

I am confirmed in my belief that war is utter destructive violent chaos. There is no "art," no "order(s)," no "just war." No matter what the ideologies, wars are the same.

I do not believe in old age. I do not believe in getting tired.

We're all under the same sky and walk the same earth; we're alive together during the same moment.

Adultery is extravagance.