Let's just say, you seem to be a man with a weakness for stereotype.

Takanobu, he was after this thing, to make something lifelike, to create something that was real.

Modern, almost modern in their insights, oddly familiar, they wrote in a voice that was singular and unmistakably female.

Happy means happy, beautiful means beautiful. Oh to live in the work you live in.

You know, there are fakes, and then there are fakes.

The permutations are infinite. How we look at the thing itself, which part we're able to see, if we're able to see it at all.

My father loved that print. He loved it with a big and undiscerning heart. It didn't matter if it wasn't what he thought it was.

One always hears fiction is based on real life. Of course, that would mean you'd have to be a Japanese woman going on a thousand years...