Character: Kotaro

My wife would never lie to me. You know why?
She is very honest woman?
- It's because I'm doing well!

Night I'm different from the day I was exactly the same as the day and night.

When you are not afraid to live as you want, you can do little to upset or scare you. The only thing that matters is freedom. Freedom to be yourself.

At some point, I understood very clearly that these seconds could be the last in my life. Or may not be. But sooner or later, one way or another, they will come. It is inevitable. I have to go through them. And if this had happened even a hundred years, they become nicer and easier. They will also fill a dying horror. And I as well will be consumed by the desire to live. I'll scream to myself, "not now! Please, not now!!!" Nothing will change. If I survive, it will be only a delay. And who knows how much I die for it. The price may be prohibitive.
Maybe death in a burning car on the side of the road is a gift to me.
It may be better to end it now. And that's how...
Realizing this, I stopped jerking, like a puppet in the hands of an epileptic. Realizing this, I no longer cling to your fucking life. Realizing this, I said to my death, "hi" and smiled.
Anyway, I completely belong to her. What the hell is acting like I was going to live forever?
It turns out, to feel her next to him not so scary. This is much worse... But at the same time very relieved. You only need to understand that you were doomed even before birth. And the future is only an illusion, born of lust for life.

We are afraid to sit idle. Afraid of something not to do. As if you can catch it. As if the fact that we can make it for someone. Vanity - the meaning of our lives.

Nobody cares how you feel, when it comes time to extinguish the light in the bedroom and be alone with yourself. Titoni watch, Montegrappa pen, tie clip Dunhill - then you're fine. So you haven't wasted the last ten-fifteen-twenty years.
What with the fact that at night you're forced to swallow sleeping pills? But under the Windows is Toyota Mark II - and so you have nothing to worry about.

I'm a clam. I lay in the cool dark water at a depth of several tens of meters. I quiet and calm... I am fluffy algae. I'm used to their lazy movement. They got used to my immobility. We're at home and bored together. Unspeakably boring... When I die, next there will be anyone who would deny it. Because my life is indistinguishable from death.

And no one would ever think to ask what I feel, when on a summer night looking at the two twinkling in the dark fireflies. Or when you listen to the rustle of the wind in the thickets of reeds foggy autumn morning.

The more we talk about ourselves, the harder it is to be yourself. The real "I" dissolves into the words, melt like mist over the river Chikugo in the dawn hours.
I don't want to turn himself into the shadow of the phantom, which is created using words. So, suffice to say, I am me. I walk, eat, sleep, think, and feel. I live just like millions of other people. In any case, the fundamental differences were noticed.

Individuality in our day is perceived worse than a sexual relationship with a schoolgirl. Freedom to choose is the privilege of the rogue.

I looked at her. Not a drop of sexuality. Although the figure is not bad, and face... Then she raised her head and intercepted my view.
- I think to have sex with me or not?
Says what he thinks. I liked it less. Not was left with no choice but to respond in kind.
Yes.
- Well and how? The answer is positive?
- Not yet decided.
- When determined, let me know. I wonder.

Man must do three things in life - not to kill, not be killed, and not go crazy.