Humans waste words. They toss them like banana peels and leave them to rot. Everyone knows the peels are the best part.

I like colorful tales with black beginnings and stormy middles and cloudless blue-sky endings. But any story will do.

Homework, I have discovered, involves a sharp pencil and thick books and long sighs.

When I'm drawing a picture, I feel...quiet inside.

Death's gruesome face taunts: soulless eyes, crimson grimace. I really hate clowns.

Growing up gorilla is just like any other kind of growing up. You make mistakes. You play. You learn. You do it all over again.

I think that in many ways, just as forgiveness is impossible without love, sometimes love requires forgiveness for it to work, too.

Her eyes hold the pale moon in them, the way a still pond holds stars.

Pain is life. Life is pain.

Old age is a powerful disguise.

Mosquitoes are the greatest mass murderers on planet Earth.

... the best way of killing a rose is to force it open when it is still only the promise of a bud.

Writing is a little bit like prostitution. First you do it for love. Then you do it for a few friends. Then you do it for money.

Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody.

Life lives only in success.

He's male. I've noticed that sometimes the brains simply get left out of the package.

Everyone had a reason for everything they did, even if that reason was sometimes stupidity.

I have a lot of bitter memories from Beijing. Hopefully, we can erase those memories and bring the gold back to Japan.

I probably did too much thinking in India. I blame it on the roads, for they were superb.

I am vulnerable; that's why I fight.

It is necessary for the mind to become free of the illusions of this world and become a fine and marvelous instrument of the Inner Being.