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.

With each passing moment I'm becoming part of the past. There is no future for me, just the past steadily accumulating.

The problem was, I think, that the places I fit in were always falling behind the rimes.

It’s precisely because of the pain, the we can get the feeling, through this process, of really being alive—or at least a partial sense of it.

How much do you love me?' Midori asked. 'Enough to melt all the tigers in the world to butter,' I said.

When I open them, most of the books have the smell of an earlier time leaking out between the pages - a special odor of the knowledge and emotions that for ages have been calmly resting between the covers. Breathing it in, I glance through a few pages before returning each book to its shelf.

My shadow is only half of what it should be." "Everyone has their shortcomings.