Her cry was the saddest sound of orgasm that I had ever heard.

It's the same with menus and men and just about anything else: we think we're choosing things for ourselves, but in fact we may not be choosing anything. It could be that everthing's being decided in advance and we pretend we're making choices. Free will may be an illusion. I often think that.

But actually time isn't a straight line. It doesn't ave a shape. In all senses of the term, it doesn't have any form. But since we can't picture something without form in our minds, for the sake of convenience we understand it as a straight line. At this point, humans are the only ones who can make that sort of conceptual substitution.

Precipitate as weather, she appeared from somewhere, then evaporated, leaving only memory.

It doesn’t matter how old I get, but as long as I continue to live I’ll always discover something new about myself.

Most runners run not because they want to live longer, but because they want to live life to the fullest.

I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt but I was wrong.