But what seems like a reasonable distance to one person might feel too far to somebody else.

The good thing about writing book is that you can dream while you are awake.

With the advent of winter, her eyes seemed to take on a greater transparency, a transparency that lead nowhere. Occassionally, for no particular reason, Naoko would gaze into my eyes as if searching for something. Each time I was filled with odd sensations of lonliness and inadequecy.

In my younger days, I was trying to write sophisticated prose and fantastic stories.

Is action merely the incidental product of thought, or is thought the consequential product of action?

You live by yourself for a stretch of time and you get to staring at different objects. Sometimes you talk to yourself. You take meals in crowded joints. You develop an intimate relationship with your used Subaru. You slowly but surely become a has-been.

..finally he was just another ant, working and working until he died without meaning.