I am one who has always been interested only in the edges of the body and the spirit, the outlying regions of the body and the outlying regions of the spirit. The depths hold no interest for me; I leave them to others, for they are shallow, commonplace. What is there, then, at the outer most edge? Nothing, perhaps, save a few ribbons, dangling down into the void.

His emotion evident in the glitter of his eyes.

The instant that the blade tore open his flesh, the bright disk of the sun soared up and exploded behind his eyelids.

It is a rather risky matter to discuss a happiness that has no need of words.

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

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

When people concentrate on the idea of beauty, they are, without realizing it, confronted with the darkest thoughts that exist in this world. That, I suppose, is how human beings are made.