It is very simple, actually. It is because you and Tengo were so powerfully drawn to each other.

Irrepressible curiosity vied with an instinctive fear.

I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it -- to be fed so much love I couldn't take any more. Just once.

When I am writing, I do not distinguish between the natural and supernatural. Everything seems real. That is my world, you could say.

When people tell a lie about something, they have to make up a bunch of lies to go with the first one. ‘Mythomania’ is the word for it.

"I believe you," she whispers after a moment. "Please find my mind."

I find myself thinking about my ongoing existence as a human being and the path that lies ahead of me. Though of course these thoughts lead to but one place - death.