It may be, of course, above all, that what suddenly broke into this gives the previous time a charm of stillness—that hush in which something gathers or crouches. The change was actually like the spring of a beast.

Writers always put themselves into their work. But you can’t just untangle it and take it back to its source.

Our work is the presentation of our capabilities.

One can’t stop and suddenly speak to a complete stranger, can one?......When it happens I could die of sadness. I feel somehow empty and drained....

Written By Yasunari Kawabata

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