I became a Catholic against my will.

The smell of death was thick in the city of Vara?asi. And in Tokyo as well. And yet the birds blissfully sang their songs.

Over the years I have forged intimate familial ties with these characters, who are reflections of a portion of myself. Consequently, even a character who appeared only once in a short story waits now in the wings, concealed by the curtain, for his next appearance on-stage. Not one of them has ever broken free of his familial ties with me and disappeared for ever - at least, not within the confines of my heart.

A person never knows their own true face. Everybody thinks that the phoney, posed social mask they wear is their real face.

True religion should be able to respond to the dark melodies, the faulty and hideous sounds that echo from the heart of men.

Every weakness contains within itself a strength.

I became a Catholic against my will.