The night glittered brilliantly then.

Everything in life has some good in it. And when something awful happens, the goodness stands out even more--it's sad, but that's the truth.

It was at once a miracle and the most natural thing in the world.

Me, when I'm utterly exhausted by it all, when my skin breaks out, on those lonely evenings when I call my friends again and again and nobody's home, then I despise my own life - my birth, my upbringing, everything.

On nights like this when the air is so clear, you end up saying things you ordinarily wouldn’t. Without even noticing what you’re doing, you open up your heart and just start talking to the person next to you—you talk as if you have no audience but the glittering stars, far overhead.

I saw the sky and sea and sand and the flickering flames of the bonfire through my tears. All at once, it rushed into my head with tremendous speed, and made me feel dizzy. It was beautiful. Everything that happened was shockingly beautiful, enough to make you crazy.

I really believe that no matter how old people get, they tend to change in certain ways depending on how people treat them - they change their colors.