"It upset me; in those seconds everything irritated me, and all at once I realized that I must do something extraordinary, something altogether out of the run of my usual life. Otherwise i should suffocate. I felt that I must at least run away from my life for a while, that I could no longer swallow it's silt, that at least for the last time, before I rot, I had to get drunk on some thought, some passion or love, that I had to break something inside myself or about myself, storm run up to a high place—and then perhaps leap to death."
— The Hideout, Egon Hostovsky
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"for a long while now i've been prone to losing things. it's the things most important to me that i lose, and it's always after i lose them that i realize it. and then they're suddenly returned to me." — 藤原薫
