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“Hope is a good breakfast, but it is a bad supper.”
― Francis Bacon

“Because you cannot see him, God is everywhere.”
― Yasunari Kawabata

“A child walked by, rolling a metal hoop that made a sound of autumn.”
― Yasunari Kawabata, Palm of the Hand Stories

“But, drawn to her at that moment, he felt a quiet like the voice of the rain flow over him. He knew well enough that for her it was in fact no waste of effort, but somehow the final determination that it was had the effect of distilling and purifying the woman's existence.”
― Yasunari Kawabata, Snow Country

“Watching people is a bit of a hobby of mine. It's quite fascinating, really.”
― Keigo Higashino, The Devotion of Suspect X

“It’s more difficult to create the problem than to solve it. All the person trying to solve the problem has to do is always respect the problem’s creator.”
― Keigo Higashino, The Devotion of Suspect X

“Joan and the Judge had gone to a Sunday brunch with friends. They would be home shortly, in good spirits probably, unless of course they saw their boy frozen to the mailbox.
So Claire and Maggie had no choice. They each grabbed a shoulder and hooked under an elbow and yanked suddenly without warning. Scotty brought his hands quickly to his mouth. All three stood quietly staring at the miniature pink circle of flesh still stuck on the mailbox.
"It looks like a little pizza," said Maggie without thinking.”
― Peter Hedges, An Ocean in Iowa

“I could wish for nothing more than to die for a childish dream in which I truly believed.”
― Ryunosuke Akutagawa, Mandarins: Stories

“Song of Upbringing"

I

infancy

the snow that fell on me

was like floss silk



childhood

the snow that fell on me

was like sleet



seventeen to nineteen

the snow that fell on me

dropped like hail



twenty to twenty-two

the snow that fell on me

seemed like balls of ice



twenty-three

the snow that fell on me

looked like a blizzard



twenty-four

the snow that fell on me

became so mournful



II

the snow that falls on me

falls like petals

when the burning firewood makes a noise

and the frozen sky darkens



the snow that fell on me

so delicate and lovely

fell reaching out a hand



the snow that fell on me

was like tears

that sink into a burning forehead



to the snow that fell on me

I offered heartfelt thanks and prayed to God

that I would live a long life



the snow that fell on me

was so chaste”
― Chuya Nakahara