On a charcoal kiln a vine keeps climbing, while being burned to death. — Soseki Natsume Copy Share Image
“In fact, there is no such thing as character, something fixed and final. The real thing is something that novelists don’t know how to… — Soseki Natsume Copy Share Image
“I would guess that he thought and thought for at least ten years before he came up with a stupendous idea, that glory of… — Soseki Natsume Copy Share Image
“Under the sun the couple presented smiles to the world. Under the moon, they were lost in thought: and so they had quietly passed… — Sōseki Natsume Copy Share Image
“Miss Blanche, having given through her tears a complete account of this event, assured me that, to maintain our own parental love and enjoy… — Sōseki Natsume Copy Share Image
“But since heaven has not seen fit to dower the human animal with an ability to understand cat language, I regret to say that… — Sōseki Natsume Copy Share Image
“A stomach can resite itself in a pulmonary location; Coxinga can be blood-kin to the Seiwa Minamotos; and that Mr. Tami, much maligned, may… — Sōseki Natsume Copy Share Image
“So that wee bit of a thing is what you call a haiku-play? Quite awful! Ueda Bin is constantly pointing out in his essays… — Sōseki Natsume Copy Share Image
“How deep, how recondite this seeming petty heart, In whose recesses right and wrong lie dimmed by distance.” — Sōseki Natsume Copy Share Image
“The autumn leaves, arranged in two or three scarlet terraces among the pine-trees, have fallen like ancient dreams.” — Sōseki Natsume Copy Share Image
“When twilight fell, first upon knickers and then upon surcoats, there came the dawn of Japanese skirted-trousers. These were designed by monsters peeved by… — Sōseki Natsume Copy Share Image
“With a palate as unrefined as mine I can’t taste any difference between this French food and what we had at that sleazy bar… — Sōseki Natsume Copy Share Image
