Time weighs down on you like an old, ambiguous dream. You keep on moving, trying to sleep through it. But even if you go to the ends of the earth, you won't be able to escape it. Still, you have to go there- to the edge of the world. There's something you can't do unless you get there.

I write weird stories. I don't know why I like weirdness so much ... But when I write, I write weird. That's very strange. When I'm getting more and more serious, I'm getting more and more weird.

My arm was not what she needed, but the arm of someone else. My warmth was not what she needed, but the warmth of someone else.

Spending plenty of time on something can be the most sophisticated form of revenge.

I've run the Boston Marathon 6 times before. I think the best aspects of the marathon are the beautiful changes of the scenery along the route and the warmth of the people's support. I feel happier every time I enter this marathon.

For a certain kind of person, love begins from something tiny or silly. From something like that or it doesnt begin at all.

What was lost was lost. There was no retrieving it, however you schemed, no returning to how things were, no going back.