The ground we stand on looks solid enough, but if something happens it can drop right out from under you.

I'd made it back to the land of the living. No matter how boring or mediocre a world it might be, this was it.

Like a Chinese box, the world of the novel contained smaller worlds, and inside those were yet smaller worlds. Together, these worlds made up a single universe, and the universe waited there in the book to be discovered by the reader.

The heavy smell of flower petals stroked the walls of my lungs.

The fresh smell of coffee soon wafted through the apartment, the smell that separates night from day.

That’s what love’s all about. You’re the only one having those wonderful feelings, but you have to go it alone as you wander through the dark your mind and body have to bear it all. All by yourself.

There's a special feeling you get on a veranda that you just can't get anywhere else.