“Life is a winking light in the darkness.”

When I say ‘hero’, do not picture someone with strength to fight and conquer evil – because evil is not something that can ever be conquered or defeated. Evil is natural. It is innate in all humans.

Those are shrines. Some people believe spirits live in them.

I don’t like games. You’re robbing the precious time of children to be children. They need to be in touch with the real world more.

Any woman is just as capable of being a hero as any man.

I think that’s exactly why the fantasy worlds of cartoon movies so strongly represent our hopes and yearnings. They illustrate a world of lost possibilities for us.

I intend to work until the day I die.

Some people spend their lives interested only in themselves.

Sometimes I test myself saying, ‘If I get a death sentence if I don’t make this movie, would I still make this movie?

Prizes do not mean anything to me.

Producing an animation series merely to fill time slots in the broadcast schedule is like generating cultural pollution.

We live in an age when it is cheaper to buy the rights to movies than to make them.

There cannot be a happy ending to the fight between the raging gods and humans.

Whoever falls, hatred will breed hatred.

Logic is using the front part of the brain, that’s all.

Once you have met someone, you never really forget them.

You must see with eyes unclouded by hate. See the good in that which is evil, and the evil in that which is good. Pledge yourself to neither side, but vow instead to preserve the balance that exists between the two.

Infinity is a dark illimitable ocean, without bound.

Innocence, Once Lost, Can Never Be Regained. Darkness, Once Gazed Upon, Can Never Be Lost.

Deep in the heart of the infinite darkness, a tiny blue marble is spinning through space. Born in the splendor of God’s holy vision, and sliding away like a tear down his face.

While looking for the light, you may suddenly be devoured by the darkness and find the true light.

They’re powerful, those songs. At times they’ve been my only way back, the only door out of the dark, bad places the black dog calls home.

The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again.

What other dungeon is so dark as one’s own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one’s self!

The great empire will be torn from limb, the all-powerful one for more than four-hundred years: Great power given to the dark one from slaves come.