A secret, if it's kept, can be sweet and comforting, but once it leaks out it can turn on you with a vengeance.

And I can't complain. After all, only women are able really to love.

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

Now, even more than the evening before, he could think of no one with whom to compare her. She had become absolute, beyond comparison. She had become decision and fate.

But a haiku by Buson came into his mind: 'I try to forget this senile love; a chilly autumn shower.' The gloom only grew denser.

A secret, if it's kept, can be sweet and comforting, but once it leaks out it can turn on you with a vengeance.

A child walked by, rolling a metal hoop that made a sound of autumn.