That's gotta be one of the principles behind reality. Accepting things that are hard to comprehend, and leaving them that way.

Certain kinds of knowledge rob people of their sleep.

Sometimes, however, this sense of isolation, like acid spilling out of a bottle, can unconsciously eat away at a person’s heart and dissolve it.

It's basically impossible for everybody's justice to prevail or everybody's happiness to triumph, so chaos takes over.

I don’t know what it means to live.

I didn't read so much Japanese literature. Because my father was a teacher of Japanese literature, I just wanted to do something else.

She's always polite and kind, but her words lack the kind of curiosity and excitement you'd normally expect. Her true feelings- assuming such things exist- remain hidden away. Except for when a practical sort of decision has to be made, she never gives her personal opinion about anything. She seldom talks about herself, instead letting others talk, nodding warmly as she listens. But most people start to feel vaguely uneasy when talking with her, as if they suspect they're wasting her time, trampling on her private, graceful, dignified world. And that impression is, for the most part, correct.