Mizuki Nomura (野村美月, Nomura Mizuki) is a Japanese light novelist. Table Tennis was the best prize winner in the third Entame Prize (えんため大賞) in the novel category held by Enterbrain in 2003.
When someone is force to realize that the road he'd been working hard to make progress on was no different from the place he'd started, and when he realized that he had in fact gone backward, all that person can do is face the pale sky and lament.
Even though my angel has forgiven me and rescued me, who on earth will save him, who cannot be allowed into the light of the sun, who has lost his name, who can only hide himself in the world of darkness?
All things pass. . . Perhaps the passage of time is a kind of healing, or a kind of salvation granted equally to all people.
When you're alone and you feel sad, try reading a book. Try touching someone's heart. Try to imagine what they were thinking, what they wanted to convey. If you do that, you might get something amazing.
People from different cultures have different definitions for beauty. Isn't that sad to judge others with our standards. . . rather than appreciate them?
I've built many doorways and set out traps so that no one will be able to reach this place. That's what the angel said. This is a castle of darkness for the angel and I alone. Only within this yielding gloom can I lament the misfortune that has rained down all around me, only here am I permitted to scorn and pity the ugliness, the filthiness of how I smile and pretend at being pure in the light of day.
When you close the book, does the story end? No! That's such a bland way to read. Every story goes on forever in our imaginations, and its characters live on.
There’s a different flavor to children’s literature you read after you grow up than there was reading it as a child. Things that were sweet as a child become bitter once you grow up.
I'm a book girl--I love all the stories the world has to offer. No matter the book, I will taste it and drink it down.
I'm not a detective from Baker Street or an old lady who solves crimes while she's knitting in an easy chair. I'm just a book girl. So I can't make a deduction, only take a flight of fancy--er, forget I said that. I meant, I can only take a guess.
Yes, ever since antiquity, the day after Friday has been Saturday.
I don't like ordinary girls. But a girl who would kill a guy to make him hers and then kiss his still-warm lips. . . a girl like Oscar Wilde's Salome They drive me crazy. Like Kiyohime turning into a snake to chase her man or the grocery girl Oshichi who set fire to a building just to see hers one more time. I want to be loved like that be obsessed over be hated.