Each person feels pain in his own way, each has his own scars.
Painful is the stress when one cannot reproduce or convey vividly to others, however hard he tries, what he's experienced so intensely.
I used to run a full marathon in three hours and 25 or 26 minutes. Not any more.
[...] Shimamoto had her own little world within her. A world that was for her alone, one I could not enter.
She was seriously in love, but she never made demands.
As long as I was alive, I was something. That was just how it was. But somewhere along the way it all changed. Living turned me into nothing.