Everything just blows me away.

And her sleep was too long and deep for that:so deep that she left her normal reality behind.

Ever since that happened to me, I haven't been able to give myself to anyone in this world.

We never choose anything at all. Things happen. Or not.

I didn't start running because somebody asked me to become a runner. Just like I didn't become a novelist because someone asked me to. One day, out of the blue, I wanted to write a novel. And one day, out of the blue, I started to run-simply because I wanted to. I've always done whatever I felt like doing in life. People may try to stop me, and convince me I'm wrong, but I won't change.

I'm often asked what I think about as I run. Usually the people who ask this have never run long distances themselves. I always ponder the question. What exactly do I think about when I'm running? I don't have a clue.

This may be the most important proposition revealed by history: At the time, no one knew what was coming.