No matter how much suffering you went through, you never wanted to let go of those memories.

Most human activities are predicated on the assumption that life goes on. If you take that premise away, what is there left?

I just gave them a little scare. A touch of psychological terror. As Joseph Conrad once wrote, true terror is the kind that men feel towards their imagination. (from Super-frog Saves Tokyo)

It was a short one-paragraph item in the morning edition.

Such wounds to the heart will probably never heal. But we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever.

Life doesn't require ideals. It requires standards of action.

Then I noticed that my shadow was crying too, shedding clear, sharp shadow tears. Have you ever seen the shadows of tears, Mr. Wind-Up Bird? They’re nothing like ordinary shadows. Nothing at all. They come here from some other, distant world, especially for our hearts. Or maybe not. It struck me then that the tears my shadow was shedding might be the real thing, and the tears that I was shedding were just shadows. You don’t get it, I’m sure, Mr. Wind-Up Bird. When a naked seventeen-year-old girl is shedding tears in the moonlight, anything can happen. It’s true.