Lunatics have no age. If we were crazy, you and I, we might be a great deal younger.

The road was frozen. The village lay quiet under the cold sky. Komako hitched up the skirt of her kimono and tucked it into her obi. The moon shone like a blade frozen in blue ice.

Because you cannot see him, God is everywhere.

The true joy of a moonlit night is something we no longer understand. Only the men of old, when there were no lights, could understand the true joy of a moonlit night.

It's remarkable how we go on year after year, doing the same old things. We get tired and bored, and ask when they'll come for us

From the way of Go the beauty of Japan and the Orient had fled. Everything had become science and regulation.

But, drawn to her at that moment, he felt a quiet like the voice of the rain flow over him. He knew well enough that for her it was in fact no waste of effort, but somehow the final determination that it was had the effect of distilling and purifying the woman's existence.