A love where no one gets hurt doesn't exist.

The things that I've been longing for were nothing but dreams.

The thing that is changing...Is it my surroundings, or myself?

The wounds from that time have already become scabs.

There were many tears, many unsure times, many troubled moments. The fun memories were only a few, but even so, those memories will shine bright like stardust, and continue to shine on in my heart.

I've decided. The next time I cry, it'll be for "someone special", and it'll definitely be "tears of happiness.

This is probably going to be one wound that can never be healed.

I'm going to move on, while carrying these feelings with me.

He's the only person who's entered my world apart from me.

I'm only remembering unnecessary things because I'm alone.

The memories of sensei I carry with me are more cruel than sensei himself.

All of us are watchers - of television of time clocks of traffic on the freeway - but few are observers. Everyone is looking not many are seeing.

There is also something called the Legislature. There is something called the press. There is something called people. These are all different players on the stage.

If a pig could pray, it would pray for swill. What do you pray for?

The authority of reason is far more imperious than that of a master; for he who disobeys the one is unhappy, but he who disobeys the other is a fool.

And if tonight my soul may find her peace in sleep, and sink in good oblivion, and in the morning wake like a new-opened flower then I have been dipped again in God, and new-created.

Adverbs is a book about love, and I thought that was pretty cheerful, but people who are reading it now are telling me that it's actually quite dark.

In His will, our peace.

If art is not to be life-enhancing, what is it to be?

People like to put you in a little box, and that's where they are comfortable with you being.

I've rarely met a miserable, self-pitying blind person.