Everytime you see a flood like that on the news you tell yourself: That's it. That's my heart.

I like to read books. I like to listen to music.

I may be the type who manages to grab all the pointless things in life but lets the really important things slip away.

What we needed were not words and promises but a steady accumulation of small realities.

An empty shell. Those were the first words that sprang to mind. .... Something incredibly important - .. - had disappeared from Miu for good. Leaving behind not life, but its absence

Is it possible, in the final analysis, for one human being to achieve perfect understanding of another? We can invest enormous time and energy in serious efforts to know another person, but in the end, how close can we come to that person's essence? We convince ourselves that we know the other person well, but do we really know anything important about anyone?

That's evolution. Evolution's always hard. Hard and bleak. No such thing as happy evolution