Is there not a sort of remorse that precedes sin? Was it remorse at the very fact that I existed?

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

Is there not a sort of remorse that precedes sin? Was it remorse at the very fact that I existed?

Human life is limited but I would like to live forever.

Living is merely the chaos of existence.

Time is what matters. As time goes by, you and I will be carried inexorably into the mainstream of our period, even though we’re unaware of what it is. And later, when they say that young men in the early Taisho era thought, dressed, talked, in such and such a way, they’ll be talking about you and me. We’ll all be lumped together…. In a few decades, people will see you and the people you despise as one and the same, a single entity.

His emotion evident in the glitter of his eyes.