If I used being busy as an excuse not to run, I'd never run again. I have only a few reasons to keep on running, and a truckload of them to quit.

I may be the type who manages to grab all the pointless things in life but lets the really important things slip away.

Forgive me for stating the obvious, but the world is made up of all kinds of people.

A girl doesn't always want to go out, you know, Mr. Wind-Up Bird. Sometimes she feels like being nasty--like, if the guy's gonna wait, let him really wait.

Sometimes we don't need words. Rather, it's words that need us.

He does not exist here, with me, but flesh that does not exist will never die, and promises unmade are never broken.

I'm tired of living unable to love anyone. I don't have a single friend - not one. And, worst of all, I can't even love myself. Why is that? Why can't I love myself? It's because I can't love anyone else. A person learns how to love himself through the simple acts of loving and being loved by someone else. Do you understand what I am saying? A person who is incapable of loving another cannot properly love himself.