Author has written 2 stories for Durarara!!/デュラララ!!.
Aspiring people watcher.
One bright day in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight.
Back to back they faced each other,
drew their swords and shot each other.
The deaf policeman heard the noise,
pulled his gun out, and beat the boys.
If you don't believe this story be true,
ask the blind man, he saw it too...
Everyone lives bound by their own knowledge
and awareness. They define that as reality.
But knowledge and awareness are vague, and
perhaps better called illusions. Everyone
lives in their own subjective interpretation,
don't you think?
The Reality of a dream is that it is a fantasy,
if it ever comes true it was never a dream...
Hey, guys, sorry I'm late; I'm afraid I got
lost on the path of life...
Even though I told him to hold each and every
soul dear. Because you hold great power, you
gradually fail to understand the importance of
things that cannot be recovered. You will realize
once it's too late. How many times have I given
you and the others the same warning?
I don't believe in God. There's no proof He exists.
In a world where there isn't even proof of the
future, the past exists. Even if it's tainted
with misunderstandings and delusions, if the
people themselves believe in it, the past is
the truth to them. And, if you base your actions
or your life around it, in a way, it's a type of
There are only two worlds--your world, which is
the real world, and other worlds, the fantasy.
Worlds like this are worlds of the human
imagination: their reality, or lack of reality,
is not important. What is important is that they
are there. These worlds provide an alternative.
Provide an escape. Provide a threat. Provide a
dream, and power; provide refuge, and pain. They
give your world meaning. They do not exist; and
thus they are all that matters. Do you understand?
I am what I am. I would tell you what you want to
know if I could, for you have been kind to me. But
I am a cat, and no cat anywhere ever gave anyone a
Alice came to a fork in the road.
'Which road do I take?' she asked.
'Where do you want to go?' responded the Cheshire Cat.
'I don't know,' Alice answered.
'Then,' said the Cat, 'it doesn't matter.'
Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible
things before breakfast.
Writing is the socially acceptable form of schizophrenia.
No one means all they say, and yet very few say all they
mean, for words are slippery and thought is viscous.
All art is at once surface and symbol.
Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril.
Those who read the symbol do so at their peril.
Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are
corrupt without being charming. This is a fault.
Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things
are the cultivated. For these there is hope.
Yeah... That's me in a nutshell