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

if the world changed, i could not exist, and if i changed, the world could not exist

Other people must be destroyed. In order that I might truly face the sun, the world itself must be destroyed.

In the pale light of daybreak the gravestones looked like so many white sails of boats anchored in a busy harbor. They were sails that would never again be filled with wind, sails that, too long unused and heavily drooping, had been turned into stone just as they were. The boats' anchors had been thrust so deeply into the dark earth that they could never again be raised.

He had never looked forward to the wisdom and other vaunted benefits of old age. Would he be able to die young—and if possible free of all pain? A graceful death—as a richly patterned kimono, thrown carelessly across a polished table, slides unobtrusively down into the darkness of the floor beneath. A death marked by elegance.

As long as you know I am waiting, take your time flowers of the spring.

Possessing by letting go of things was a secret of ownership unknown to youth.