Is it possible to become friends with a butterfly?

I was reborn," she said, her hot breath brushing his ear. "You were reborn," Tengo said. "Because I died once." "You died once," Tengo repeated. "On a night when there was a cold rain falling," she said. "Why did you die?" "So I would be reborn like this." "You would be reborn," Tengo said. "More or less," she whispered quietly. "In all sorts of forms.

A deserted library in the morning - there's something about it that really gets to me. All possible words and ideas are there, resting peacefully.

I’m just kinda tired. Like a monkey in the rain.

Sometimes I feel like a caretaker of a museum -- a huge, empty museum where no one ever comes, and I'm watching over it for no one but myself.

One heart is not connected to another through harmony alone. They are, instead, linked deeply through their wounds

I don't care what you do to me, but I don't want you to hurt me. I've had enough hurt already in my life. More than enough. Now I want to be happy.