A biography for Yasunari Kawabatahasn’t been written yet.
“Now, even more than the evening before, he could think of no one with whom to compare her. She had become absolute, beyond comparison. She had become decision and fate.”
“I wonder what the retirement age is in the novel business.The day you die.”
“Yet the misty spring rain softened the outline of the mountain across the river and made it even more beautiful. So gentle was the rain that they hardly knew they were getting wet as they strolled back toward the car, not even bothering to put up their umbrella. The slender threads of rain vanished into the river without a ripple. Cherry blossoms were intermingled with young green leaves, the colours of the budding trees all delicately subdued in the rain.”
“Put your soul in the palm of my hand for me to look at, like a crystal jewel. I'll sketch it in words...”