...he learned the most important part of the language that all the world spoke-the language that everyone on earth was capable of understanding in their heart. It was love.

Only a man who is happy can create happiness in others.

Love was a feeling completely bound up with color, like thousands of rainbows superimposed one on top of the other.

No one is entirely good or evil; that is what the Warrior thinks when he has a new opponent.

He also chooses his enemies.

Once in a mental hospital, a person grows used to the the freedom that exists in the world of insanity and becomes addicted to it.

Words are tears that have been written down. Tears are words that need to be shed. Without them, joy loses all its brilliance and sadness has no end.