And I can't complain. After all, only women are able really to love.

Cosmic time is the same for everyone, but human time differs with each person. Time flows in the same way for all human beings; every human being flows through time in a different way.

The true joy of a moonlit night is something we no longer understand. Only the men of old, when there were no lights, could understand the true joy of a moonlit night.

Put your soul in the palm of my hand for me to look at, like a crystal jewel. I'll sketch it in words.

The labor into which a heart has poured its whole love--where will it have its say, to excite and inspire, and when?

The road was frozen. The village lay quiet under the cold sky. Komako hitched up the skirt of her kimono and tucked it into her obi. The moon shone like a blade frozen in blue ice.

Our language is primarily for expressing human goodness and beauty.

It's remarkable how we go on year after year, doing the same old things. We get tired and bored, and ask when they'll come for us

People have separated from each other with walls of concrete that blocked the roads to connection and love. and Nature has been defeated in the name of development.

I suppose even a woman's hatred is a kind of love.

Does pain go away and leave no trace, then?’ ‘You sometimes even feel sentimental for it.

Your laughter : the drugThat cures my emotional infection

The idea that you can't lose contact with the leaders has cut more throats than it has saved.

The power of a theory is exactly proportional to the diversity of situations it can explain.

And it was too late. No one wants to believe something is too late, but it is always becoming too late, and then it is.

Remember technology does not make good work. You can still write a poem on a brown paper bag, and haiku is just as profound as the pyramids.

Hearing people clapping draws you in pretty quick. It's like bungee cord jumping - it's a rush; you just want to do it again.

Men would wither and custom stale them, but diamonds! Ah, they were crystallized immortality!

Truth cannot be defined or tested by agreement with 'the world'; for not only do truths differ for different worlds but the nature of agreement between a world apart from it is notoriously nebulous.

We're human, this is our world, and I think we learn that that which is most personal is most general. And so, in a sense, we disappear into this larger world.

When a woman hath ceased to be quite the same to us, it matters little how different she becomes.