“Could this be my own face, I wondered. My heart pounded at the idea, and the face in the mirror grew more and more unfamiliar.” — Masuji Ibuse Copy Share Image
I wonder why people work so hard to become politicians just in order to do something wrong. — Masuji Ibuse Copy Share Image
“I hated war. Who cared, after all, which side won? The only important thing was to end it all soon as possible: rather an… — Masuji Ibuse Copy Share Image
Never does one so constantly see so many different things as when peering from a small window. — Masuji Ibuse Copy Share Image
“Could this be my own face, I wondered. My heart pounded at the idea, and the face in the mirror grew more and more… — Masuji Ibuse Copy Share Image
“The one thing that troubles me is the ringing; it persists in my ear day and night, like the tolling of a distant temple… — Masuji Ibuse Copy Share Image
