Exhaustion pays no mind to age or beauty. Like rain and earthquakes and hail and floods.

It's like Tolstoy said. Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story.

People fall in love without reason, without even wanting to. You can't predict it. That's love.

Each of us possesses a tangible living soul. The system has no such thing. We must not allow the system to exploit us.

I hate requests. They make me feel unhappy. It's like when I take a book out of the library. As soon as I start to read it, all I can think about is when I'll finish it.

Everyone just keeps on disappearing. Some things vanish, like they were cut away. Others fade slowly into the mist. And all that remains is a desert.

Nobody's going to win all the time. On the highway of life you can't always be in the fast lane.