Lots of different ways to live and lots of different ways to die. But in the end that doesn't make a bit of difference. All that remains is a desert.

For a while" is a phrase whose length can't be measured.At least by the person who's waiting.

Most near-future fictions are boring. It's always dark and always raining, and people are so unhappy.

In long-distance running the only opponent you have to beat is yourself, the way you used to be.

One heart is not connected to another through harmony alone. They are, instead, linked deeply through their wounds

What do you mean, 'playing really creatively'? Can you give me an example?" "Hmm, let's see ... you send the music deep enough into your heart so that it makes your body undergo a kind of a physical shift, and simultaneously the listener's body also undergoes the same kind of physical shift. It's giving birth to that kind of shared state. Probably.

That's what the world is , after all: an endless battle of contrasting memories.