In dreams you don't need to make any distinctions between things. Not at all. Boundaries don't exist. So in dreams there are hardly ever collisions. Even if there are, they don't hurt. Reality is different. Reality bites. Reality, reality.

Sometimes you’re just the sweetest thing. Like Christmas, summer vacation, and a brand-new puppy rolled into one.

This uneasiness comes over me from time to time, and I feel as if I've somehow been pieced together from two different puzzles.

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

The dead will always be dead, but we have to go on living.

Most everything you think you know about me is nothing more than memories.

No matter what you tell me, no matter how legitimate your reasons, I can never just forget about you, I can never push the years we spent together out of my mind. I can't do it because it really happened, they are part of my life, and there is no way I can just erase them. That would be the same as erasing my own self.