Beyond doubt, there was a certain splendor in pain, which bore a deep affinity to the splendor that lies hidden within strength.

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.

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.

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

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

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