Overhead, the two moons worked together to bathe the world in a strange light.

Everyone, deep in their hearts, is waiting for the end of the world to come.

We fell silent again. The thing we had shared was nothing more than a fragment of time that had died longe ago.Even so, a faint glimmer of that warm memory still claimed a part of my heart. And when death claim me, no doubt I would walk along by that faint light in the brief instant before being flung once again into the abyss of nothingness

Maybe working on the little things as dutifully and honestly as we can is how we stay sane when the world is falling apart.

When microorganisms die, they make oil; when huge timbers fall, they make coal. But everything here was pure, unadulterated rubbish that didn't make anything. Where does a busted videodeck get you?

When I was a teenager, I thought how great it would be if only I could write novels in English. I had the feeling that I would be able to express my emotions so much more directly than if I wrote in Japanese.

This is the extent of his knowledge of the sea: it was very big, it was salty, and fish lived there.