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.

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

I still have no way to survive but to keep writing one line, one more line, one more line.

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.

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

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

His emotion evident in the glitter of his eyes.