Memory is like fiction; or else it's fiction that's like memory.

Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional. Say you’re running and you think, ‘Man, this hurts, I can’t take it anymore. The ‘hurt’ part is an unavoidable reality, but whether or not you can stand anymore is up to the runner himself.

You said you're going far away," Tamaru said. "How far away are we talking about?" "It's a distance that can't be measured." "Like the distance that separates one person's heart from another's.

She was truly a beautiful girl. I could feel a small polished stone sinking through the darkest waters of my heart. All those deep convoluted channels and passageways, and yet she managed to toss her pebble right down to the bottom of it all.

But if you knew you might not be able to see it again tomorrow, everything would suddenly become special and precious, wouldn’t it?

No matter how much suffering you went through, you never wanted to let go of those memories.

I never trust people with no appetite. It's like they're always holding something back on you.