I realize now that the reality of things is not something you convey to people but something you make.

So many dreams, so many disappointments, so many promises. And in the end, they all just vanish.

Exerting yourself to the limit over and over again, that is the essence of running. Running is painful, but the pain doesn't leave me, I can take care of it. That agrees with my mentality.

Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?

Sex is an extremely subtle undertaking, unlike going to the department store on a Sunday to buy a thermos.

I love pop culture -- the Rolling Stones, the Doors, David Lynch, things like that. That's why I said I don't like elitism.

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.