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

I may be the type who manages to grab all the pointless things in life but lets the really important things slip away.

If you really want to know something, you have to be willing to pay the price.

Not just beautiful, though--the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they're watching me.

No mistake about it. Ice is cold; roses are red; I'm in love. And this love is about to carry me off somewhere. The current's too overpowering; I don't have any choice. It may very well be a special place, some place I've never seen before. Danger may be lurking there, something that may end up wounding me deeply, fatally. I might end up losing everything. But there's no turning back. I can only go with the flow. Even if it means I'll be burned up, gone forever.

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.

If you think of someone enough, you’re sure to meet them again.