That was the rule. Break one of my rules once, and I’m bound to break many more.

Where are you now?’ Where was I now? Gripping the receiver, I raised my hand and turned to see what lay beyond the telephone booth. Where was I now? I had no idea. No idea at all. Where was this place? All that flashed into my eyes were the countless shapes of people walking by to nowhere. Again and again, I called out for Midori from the dead center of this place that was no place.

Don't pointless things have a place, too, in this far-from-perfect world?

There's no such thing as perfect writing, just like there's no such thing as perfect despair.

Some things in life are too complicated to explain in any language.

You're wrong. The mind is not like raindrops. It does not fall from the skies, it does not lose itself among other things. If you believe in me at all, then believe this: I promise you I will find it. Everything depends on this." "I believe you," she whispers after a moment. "Please find my mind.

And it was the kind of thing that loses the most important nuances when reduced to words. He had never told anyone about it, and he probably never would.