No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself. It’s like your shadow. It follows you everywhere. -Komura

I want to write about people who dream and wait for the night to end, who long for the light so they can hold the ones they love.

Don't tell me anymore. You should have your dream, as the old woman told you to. I understand how you feel, but if you put those feelings into words they will turn into lies. (from Thailand)

It's just a feeling I have. What you see with your eyes is not necessarily real. My enemy is, among other things, the me inside me.

The whole terrible fight occured in the area of imagination. That is the precise location of our battlefield. It is there, that we experience our victories and defeats.

Have your dream...What you need now more than anything is discipline. Cast off mere words. Words turn into stone. (from Thailand)

What I was chasing in circles must have been the tail of the darkness inside me.

I just gave them a little scare. A touch of psychological terror. As Joseph Conrad once wrote, true terror is the kind that men feel towards their imagination. (from Super-frog Saves Tokyo)

It's not right for one friend to do all the giving and the other to do all the taking: that's not read friendship.

Opera lovers may be the narrowest people in the world.

Living and dying are, in a sense, of equal value.

Just in case you ever foolishly forget

Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake.

When life gives you something that makes you feel afraid, that's when life gives you a chance to be brave.

I can't control how people are going to react. I try not to worry about what I can't control.

People are afraid to own their own homes. People are afraid their own government will catch them fixing their houses.

I would close every recruiting station, disband the Army, and disarm the Air Force. I would abolish the whole dreadful equipment of war, and say to the world; 'Do your worst!'

He understood the way that you could sometimes fall right into them, as if each page was a hole into another world.

How the early priests came into possession of these secrets does not appear, and if there were ever any records of this kind the Church would hardly allow them to become public.

I wanted the truth, and I wanted the news, and I'd be damned before I settled for anything less.

A boomerang returns back to the person who throws it.