Somewhere in his body--perhaps in the marrow of his bones--he would continue to feel her absence.

If I'm going to merely ramble, maybe I should just snuggle under the warm covers, think of Miu, and play with myself.

It's like the Tibetan Wheel of the Passions. As the wheel turns, the values and feelings on the outer rim rise and fall, shining or sinking into darkness. But true love stays fastened to the axle and doesn't move.

Sex is an extremely subtle undertaking, unlike going to the department store on a Sunday to buy a thermos.

In traveling, a companion, in life, compassion.

Sometimes when I'm with you, I remember things I lost when I was your age. Like I remember the sound of the rain and the smell of the wind.

There are lots of things we never understand, no matter how many years we put on, no matter how much experience we accumulate.