From the way of Go the beauty of Japan and the Orient had fled. Everything had become science and regulation. - Yasunari Kawabata

The sound of the freezing of snow over the land seemed to roar deep into the earth. There was no moon. The stars, almost too many of them to be true, came forward so brightly that it was as if they were falling with the swiftness of the void.

Tengo costumbre de ponerme a escribir en el diario antes de acostarme, cuando vuelvo a casa, y a veces me quedo dormida escribiendo. Releyendo el diario es fácil adivinar los puntos en que me dormí… También dejo pasar días enteros sin anotar nada. Y esto no está bien. Ocurre que aquí, en la montaña, la salidas son siempre bastante parecidas. Una no sabe qué decir. Pero este año, en cambio, me procuré un cuaderno con una página destinada a cada día, y cometí un error. Basta que me ponga a escribir para no poder detenerme.

País de nieve, Yasunari Kawabata

Women are odd,” he said, to extricate himself. “Two or three of them have told me they’re sure I modeled one of my characters on them. And they were complete strangers, women I’d had nothing to do with. What kind of delusion could that be?” “Lots of women are unhappy, so they console themselves with delusions.