Sadayatana

A film is a petrified fountain of thought.

- Jean Cocteau, Esquire magazine (February 1961)

Love is like a wind stirring the grass beneath trees on a black night," he had said. "You must not try to be definite and sure about it and to live beneath the trees, where soft night winds blow, the long hot day of disappointment comes swiftly and the gritty dust from passing wagons gathers upon lips inflamed and made tender by kisses."

- Sherwood Anderson, Winesburg, Ohio, (1919), "Death"

And again, the dark street. The dark, dark street. The women out shopping for the evening meal of course, and baby carriage and the silver bicycle were already painted out by the darkness; most of the commuters too were already in place in their filing-drawer houses. A half-forsaken chasm of time....

- Kōbō Abe, The Ruined Map