Even chance meetings are the result of karma… Things in life are fated by our previous lives. That even in the smallest events there’s no such thing as coincidence.

No matter what form the relationship might take, he was the only person she could picture sharing her life with.

Waves of thought are stirring. In a twilight corner of her consciousness, one tiny fragment and another tiny fragment call out wordlessly to eachother, their spreading ripples intermingling.

It seemed to me that this world has a serious shortage of both logic and kindness.

We all die and disappear, but that's because the mechanism of the world itself is built on destruction and loss.

There has to be pain. That's the rule.

It is hard to be an individual in Japan.