Actually the action called a kiss represented nothing more for me than some place where my spirit could seek shelter.

We live in an age in which there is no heroic death.

The cynicism that regards hero worship as comical is always shadowed by a sense of physical inferiority

True beauty is something that attacks, overpowers, robs, and finally destroys.

Amid the moon and the stars, amid the clouds of the night, amid the hills which bordered on the sky with their magnificent silhouette of pointed cedars, amid the speckled patches of the moon, amid the temple buildings that emerged sparkling white out of the surrounding darkness - amid all this, I was intoxicated by the pellucid beauty of Uiko's treachery.

Real danger is nothing more than just living. Of course, living is merely the chaos of existence, but more than that it's a crazy mixed-up business of dismantling existence instant by instant to the point where the original chaos is restored, and taking strength from the uncertainty and the fear that chaos brings to re-create existence instant by instant. You won't find another job as dangerous as that. There isn't any fear in existence itself, or any uncertainty, but living creates it.

Better to be caught in sudden, complete catastrophe than to be gnawed by the cancer of imagination.