Chance encounters are what keep us going.

Letters are just pieces of paper," I said. "Burn them, and what stays in your heart will stay; keep them, and what vanishes will vanish.

Thinking about spaghetti that boils eternally but is never done is a sad, sad thing.

When I was fifteen, all I wanted was to go off to some other world, a place beyond anybody’s reach. A place beyond the flow of time.” - But there’s no place like that in this world. - Exactly. Which is why I’m living here, in this world where things are continually damaged, where the heart is fickle, where time flows past without a break.

Like flowers scattered in a storm, a man's life is a long farewell.

But if something did happen, it happened. Whether it's right or wrong. I accept everything that happens, and that's how I became the person I am now.

It’s pretty thin, the wall separating healthy confidence and unhealthy Pride.