Why do I act like this, agreeing when I really disagree, letting people force me to do things I don't want to do?

In long-distance running the only opponent you have to beat is yourself, the way you used to be.

Love and used Subarus were two different things. Weren't they?

Don't you think it would be wonderful to get rid of everything and everybody and just go some place where you don't know a soul?

And when you come back to Japan next summer, let's have that date or whatever you want to call it. We can go to the zoo or the botanical garden or the aquarium, and then we'll have the most politically correct and scrumptious omelets we can find.

But I found that the longer you teach, the more you feel like a total stranger to yourself

Everyone just keeps on disappearing. Some things vanish, like they were cut away. Others fade slowly into the mist. And all that remains is a desert.