Most everything you think you know about me is nothing more than memories..

Our faces were no more than ten inches apart but she was lightyears away from me..

His heart, like mine, was ticking off the time allotted to his small restless body..

I've translated a lot of American literature into Japanese, and I think that what makes a good translator is, above all, a feel for language and also….

It seems to me that very sad things always contain an element of the comical.

Sometimes I find it too hot to run, and sometimes too cold. Or too cloudy. But I still go running. I know that if I didn't go running, I wouldn't go ….

She's always polite and kind, but her words lack the kind of curiosity and excitement you'd normally expect. Her true feelings- assuming such things ….

I have no idea! I have been writing for 35 years and from the beginning up to now the situation's almost the same. I'm kind of an ugly duckling. Alwa….

What happens when people open their hearts?"... "They get better..

That's evolution. Evolution's always hard. Hard and bleak. No such thing as happy evolution.

As time goes on, you'll understand. What lasts, lasts; what doesn't, doesn't. Time solves most things. And what time can't solve, you have to solve y….

Death leaves cans of shaving cream half-used..

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

I don't know how many good books I still have in me; I hope there are another four or five..

Once she was out of the car and gone, my world was suddenly hollow and meaningless..

A friend to kill time is a friend sublime..

In real life things don’t go so smoothly. At certain points in our lives, when we really need a clear-cut solution, the person who knocks at our door….

I can never say what I want to say, it's been like this for a while now. I try to say something but all I get are wrong words - the wrong words or th….

For a long time, she held a special place in my heart. I kept this special place just for her, like a "Reserved" sign on a quiet corner table in a re….

"Between a high, solid wall and an egg that breaks against it, I will always stand on the side of the egg." Yes, no matter how right the wall may be….

My face, my self, what would they mean to anybody? Just another stiff. So this self of mine passes some other's self on the street - what do we have ….