Now for a good twelve-hour sleep, I told myself. Twelve solid hours. Let birds sing, let people go to work. Somewhere out there, a volcano might blow, Israeli commandos might decimate a Palestinian village. I couldn't stop it. I was going to sleep.

There is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for.

Death leaves cans of shaving cream half-used.

The thing I’m most afraid of is me. Of not knowing what I’m going to do. Of not knowing what I’m doing right now

Maybe it's just hiding somewhere. Or gone on a trip to come home. But falling in love is always a pretty crazy thing. It might appear out of the blue and just grab you. Who knows — maybe even tomorrow.

It is hard to be an individual in Japan.

You are 27 or 28 right? It is very tough to live at that age. When nothing is sure. I have sympathy with you.