What I think is this: You should give up looking for lost cats and start searching for the other half of your shadow.

As long as there's such a thing as time, everybody's damaged in the end, changed into something else. It always happens, sooner or later.

Why do people have to be this lonely? What's the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?

I want to write about people who dream and wait for the night to end, who long for the light so they can hold the ones they love.

Nothing so consumes a person as meaningless exertion

You’re really cute, Midori,” I corrected myself. “What do you mean really cute?” “So cute the mountains crumble and the oceans dry up.

Team sports aren't my thing. I find it easier to pick something up if I can do it at my own speed. And you don't need a partner to go running, you don't need a particular place, like in tennis, just a pair of trainers.