"In the depths of my soul, since childhood, a persistent sense that something is missing. More than anything it is this feeling of an absence that has been my most intimate friend. It is the root of my clownish, buffoonish desire to be close to people, to be liked by them, to be of some service to them. It would be no exaggeration to say that this sense of something missing has been what has driven me to where I am today.I chase the woman from behind. It would all end if she turned around. If it ends, it ends. And for that very reason, I pursue her. I chase the woman from behind."
"In the end the garment leaves the purview of he who designed it. In time it will experience a chance encounter with one who will wear it. Will that person who dons the garment hear my song as hidden within it? That issue, in fact, is unimportant. The intentions of he who made that garment are nothing in comparison to the lived experiences of the person who wears it, nothing in comparison to the stolen pleasures enjoyed with a mysterious woman."
[Yohji Yamamoto, My Dear Bomb]