“My observation is that after one hundred and twenty years of modernisation since the opening of the country, present-day Japan is split between two opposite poles of ambiguity.” YearsTwoCountryHundredOppositesTwentiesOpeningObservationJapanSplitsAmbiguityPresent DayTwo OppositesModernisation Author:Kenzaburo Oe
“The Christmas presents once opened are Not So Much Fun as they were while we were in the process of examining, lifting, shaking, thinking about, and opening them. Three hundred sixty-five days later, we try again and find that the same thing has happened. Each time the goal is reached, it becomes Not So Much Fun, and we're off to reach the next one, then the next one, then the next.” ThinkingTryingThreeNextFunProcessGoalFiveHappenedHundredOpeningSixtyShakingLiftingTry AgainExaminingThe Next OneChristmas Present Author:Benjamin Hoff
“Every song falls short of the glory of what a song could be. That's why the urge is there to start again and yet again. Often it's the fault of rhyme. I've discovered a hundred times that there just aren't enough rhymes to say what I wanted to say, so I said something else instead. Sometimes it was a better thing, but the thing I meant to say went unsaid. So there's an opening for another song.” SaidSometimesEnoughWantedSongFallGloryHundredFaultsOpeningUrgesRhymeUnsaid Author:Robert Hunter
“When I lived in the city, I had learned to close my door against a lot of the noise, but when I open my door here, I'm not opening into the possibility that I'm going to run into somebody or be faced with a hundred choices about what I'm going to do, or which cafe I'm going to go to, or which way to distract myself.” WayRunningChoicesCitiesDoorsPossibilityHundredNoiseOpeningCafes Author:Dani Shapiro
“You need something to open up a new door, to show you something you seen before but overlooked a hundred times or more” InspirationalNeedsShowsOpportunityDoorsMusicianHundredOpeningPainterSinger SongwritersOverlookedOpportunity KnocksEye OpeningWindow Of Opportunity Author:Bob Dylan
“Having placed in my mouth sufficient bread for three minutes' chewing, I withdrew my powers of sensual perception and retired into the privacy of my mind, my eyes and face assuming a vacant and preoccupied expression. I reflected on the subject of my spare-time literary activities. One Beginning and one ending for a book was a thing I did not agree with. A good book may have three openings entirely dissimilar and inter-related only in the prescience of the author, or for that matter one hundred times as many endings.” MindMayBookMatterEyeFacesThreeMinutesSubjectsExpressionActivityPerceptionMouthsHundredAgreeAssumingBreadOpeningSensualRelatedSufficientPrivacySparesRetiredGood BookOf My MindChewingVacantSpare Time Book:At Swim-two-birds Source: At Swim-two-birds
“I have spent too much of my life opening doors for cats—I once calculated that, since the dawn of civilization, nine hundred and seventy-eight man-centuries have been used up that way. I could show you figures.” MenWayHas BeensShowsUsedToo MuchDoorsCenturyFiguresCivilizationHundredCatEightNineOpeningDawnSeventiesOpening Doors Book:The Door Into Summer Source: The Door Into Summer
“In this poor body, composed of one hundred bones and nine openings, is something called spirit, a flimsy curtain swept this way and that by the slightest breeze. It is spirit, such as it is, which led me to poetry, at first little more than a pastime, then the full business of my life. There have been times when my spirit, so dejected, almost gave up the quest, other times when it was proud, triumphant. So it has been from the very start, never finding peace with itself, always doubting the worth of what it makes.” WayWritingFirstsLittlesHas BeensBodySpiritPoetryPoorDoubtProudFindingsHundredBonesNineOpeningQuestsBreezeCurtainsGave UpFinding PeaceTriumphantPastimeDejected Author:Matsuo Basho