Language, in its origin and essence, is simply a system of signs or symbols that denote real occurrences or their echo in the human soul.
And let me say this ahead of time, if someone dies in Psycho-Pass 2, it’s Ubukata Tow’s fault and not mine!
I have nothing but contempt for the deceitful thing men call 'happiness,' and find myself with no choice but to push my characters, whom I pour my heart and soul out to create, into the abyss of tragedy.
When I try to write love, it only turns into horror. Thinking about it with a clear head, feeling such deep emotions to some other person you don't even know is truly a terrifying thingI wonder if love isn't a manifestation of madness in some way.
Sometimes when I see someone who's a spirit of justice… I feel like I want to destroy them!
Justice for some people is an evil for others. Good intentions, kindness, and hope will not necessarily make people happy.
Negroes don't even like snails! What they're doing is proving they're integrated.
There is a very holy and a very terrible isolation for the conscience of every man who seeks to read the destiny in affairs for others as well as for himself, for a nation as well as for individuals. That privacy no man can intrude upon. That lonely search of the spirit for the right perhaps no man can assist.
The big difference between human happiness and sadness? Thirty-seven freakin' vibrations.
I try not to be sentimental and obsessive about possessions. I love collecting, but I hate owning.