[...] Shimamoto had her own little world within her. A world that was for her alone, one I could not enter.

In the world we live in, what we know and what we don't know are like Siamese twins, inseparable, existing in a state of confusion.

Spend your money on the things money can buy. Spend your time on the things money can’t buy.

In traveling, a companion, in life, compassion.

I just gave them a little scare. A touch of psychological terror. As Joseph Conrad once wrote, true terror is the kind that men feel towards their imagination. (from Super-frog Saves Tokyo)

I'm all alone, but I'm not lonely.

A certain type of perfection can only be realized through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect.