Beauty is something that burns the hand when you touch it.

His emotion evident in the glitter of his eyes.

For a long time I had not approached the forbidden fruit called happiness, but it was now tempting me with a melancholy persistence. I felt as though Sonoko were an abyss above which I stood poised.

Again and again, the cicada's untiring cry pierced the sultry summer air like a needle at work on thick cotton cloth.

For an artist to do creative work, he needs at once physical health and some physiomental ill health. He needs both serenity and gloom.

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

The period of childhood is a stage on which time and space become entangled.