...I am a time being. Do you know what a time being is? Well, if you give me a moment, I will tell you. A time being is someone who lives in time, and that means you, and me, and every one of us who is, or was, or ever will be.

Life is evanescent, but left to itself it rarely fails to offer some consolation.

My mind is like a gyre and odd juxtapositions happen.

I have a pretty good memory, but memories are time beings, too, like cherry blossoms or ginkgo leaves; for a while they are beautiful, and then they fade and die.

...I am a time being. Do you know what a time being is? Well, if you give me a moment, I will tell you. A time being is someone who lives in time, and that means you, and me, and every one of us who is, or was, or ever will be.

No matter how much bullying they inflict on my body, as long as I have this hope, I can endure any pain.

Writing a book is a way of thinking to me, the only way of thinking that I have found successful.