The thing I’m most afraid of is me. Of not knowing what I’m going to do. Of not knowing what I’m doing right now

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

I guess I felt attached to my weakness. My pain and suffering too. Summer light, the smell of a breeze, the sound of cicadas - if I like these things, why should I apologize?

I'll write to you. A super-long letter, like in an old-fashioned novel

Where are you now?’ Where was I now? Gripping the receiver, I raised my hand and turned to see what lay beyond the telephone booth. Where was I now? I had no idea. No idea at all. Where was this place? All that flashed into my eyes were the countless shapes of people walking by to nowhere. Again and again, I called out for Midori from the dead center of this place that was no place.

At my core, there is nothing. Neither is it parched wastelands. At my core, there is love. I'll go on loving that ten-year-old boy named Tengo forever --- his strength, his intelligence, his kindness. He does not exist here, with me, but flesh that does not exist will never die, and promises unmade are never broken.

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