I was reborn," she said, her hot breath brushing his ear. "You were reborn," Tengo said. "Because I died once." "You died once," Tengo repeated. "On a night when there was a cold rain falling," she said. "Why did you die?" "So I would be reborn like this." "You would be reborn," Tengo said. "More or less," she whispered quietly. "In all sorts of forms.

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.

Sometimes I feel like a caretaker of a museum -- a huge, empty museum where no one ever comes, and I'm watching over it for no one but myself.

You are 27 or 28 right? It is very tough to live at that age. When nothing is sure. I have sympathy with you.

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

I’m me, and at the same time not me. That’s what it felt like. A very still, quiet feeling.

I like to read books. I like to listen to music.