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Three o’clock in the morning. The soft April night is looking at my windows and caressingly winking at me with its stars. I can’t sleep, I am so happy.
People who read books in public places are regarded with suspicion because they appear self-sufficient. When you seem self-sufficient, other people think that you think you’re better than them, and they get resentful.
And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.
Memories, even your most precious ones, fade surprisingly quickly. But I don’t go along with that. The memories I value most, I don’t ever see them fading.
Why didn’t I learn to treat everything like it was the last time. My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.
"Now it’s more like people are dressing up a certain way because they want to be visual kei or look visual kei. They are doing it to look like others instead of doing it to look different. This is obviously very different from when we started out more than ten years ago."
"They cannot make good sounds and music is more like a hobby for them. I cannot feel their soul in the music"
"To be honest, when we first started and we were wearing a lot of makeup on stage and stuff, there were a lot of bands doing that at the time in Japan, and people thought it was cool. But not anymore. The music was so unique, too — bands like X Japan. At that time, there weren’t any two bands that sounded alike; these days everyone sounds exactly the same."
"Back in the day, there were bands, but people would try to do things differently. Nowadays, there’s one band, and everyone copies off of them."
"I don’t think our breed of visual kei exists anymore."
Men who would bash women as though they are the Kings of Perfection and Gods of Flawlessness- -give me magic and I’d erase these men from all faces of the Universe.
I like people who dream or talk to themselves interminably; I like them, for they are double. They are here and elsewhere.