Prizes do not mean anything to me. I think it is more important to make a child aware of the existence of a weird creature like a water spider that breathes through its backside.
Yet, even amidst the hatred and carnage, life is still worth living. It is possible for wonderful encounters and beautiful things to exist.
The greatness of a mind is determined by the depth of its suffering.
You may not like what’s happening, but just accept it, and let’s try to live together. Even if you feel angry, let’s be patient and endure, let’s try to live together. I’ve realized that this is the only way forward.
Once you have met someone, you never really forget them.
In this world of ours, the sparrow must live like a hawk if he is to fly at all.
Problems begin the moment we’re born. We’re born with infinite possibilities, only to give up on one after another. To choose one thing means to give up another. That’s inevitable. But what can you do? That’s what it is to live.
Producing an animation series merely to fill time slots in the broadcast schedule is like generating cultural pollution.
Life is suffering. It is hard. The world is cursed. But still, you find reasons to keep living.
To have a film where there’s an evil figure and a good person fights against the evil figure and everything becomes a happy ending, that’s one way to make a film. But then that means you have to draw, as an animator, the evil figure. And it’s not very pleasant to draw evil figures.
Danger doesn’t always come from the enemy.
Utopia exists only in one’s childhood life.
These days, there are angry ghosts all around us, dead from wars, sickness, starvation – and nobody cares. So you say you’re under a curse? Well, so what? So’s the whole damned world.
The winds of time eventually turn them into the tools of industrial civillisation. It’s never unscathed.
Whoever falls, hatred will breed hatred.
I’ve become skeptical of the unwritten rule that just because a boy and girl appear in the same feature, a romance must ensue.
Today, all of humanity’s dreams are cursed somehow. Beautiful yet cursed dreams.
Stop trying. Take long walks. Look at scenery. Doze off at noon. Don’t even think about flying. And then, pretty soon, you’ll be flying again.
A veces creo que los dioses se burlan de nosotros.
There’s an old saying, ‘Look not into the heart of the Ohmu.’ They say if you do, you’ll never come back...
Maybe there was a time when you could make films that mattered, but now?