Well, finally, the events I've been through have been tremendously complicated. All kinds of characters have come on the scene, and strange things have happened one after another, to the point where, if I try to think about them in order, I lose track.

Isn't life strange? There are people who have so many leftover clothes they can't stuff them all in their wardrobe. And then there are people like me, whose socks never match.

So I made up my mind I was going to find someone who would love me unconditionally three hundred and sixty-five days a year. Watanabe: Wow, and did your search pay off? M: That's the hard part. I guess I've been waiting so long I'm looking for perfection. That makes it tough.

For some reason all the middle-aged women he knew were very efficient.

The curious thing about individuals is that their singularity always goes beyond any category or generalization in the book.

In his own way, he's lived life with all the intensity he could muster.

Everything was too sharp and clear, so that I could never tell where to start- the way a map that shows too much can sometimes be useless.