The passage of time will usually extract the venom of most things and render them harmless

Whatever it is you're seeking won't come in the form you're expecting.

[...] Shimamoto had her own little world within her. A world that was for her alone, one I could not enter.

I hurt myself deeply, though at the time I had no idea how deeply. I should have learned many things from that experience, but when I look back on it, all I gained was one single, undeniable fact. That ultimately I am a person who can do evil. I never consciously tried to hurt anyone, yet good intentions notwithstanding, when necessity demanded, I could become completely self-centred, even cruel. I was the kind of person who could, using some plausible excuse, inflict on a person I cared for a wound that would never heal.

Generally, people who are good at writing letters have no need to write letters. They've got plenty of life to lead inside their own context.

Listen. I may not be much, but I'm all I've got. Maybe you need a magnifying glass to find my face in my high school graduation photo. Maybe I haven't got any family or friends. Yes, yes, I know all that. But, strange as it might seem, I'm not entirely dissatisfied with life... I feel pretty much at home with what I am. I don't want to go anywhere. I don't want any unicorns behind fences.

You make do with what you have. As you age you learn even to be happy with what you have.