I guess I felt attached to my weakness. My pain and suffering too. Summer light, the smell of a breeze, the sound of cicadas - if I like these things, why should I apologize?

I don't know a whole lot about symbolism. There seems to me to be a potential danger in symbolism. I feel more comfortable with metaphors and similes.

No matter what the situation may be, I still take pleasure in witnessing the joy of others.

If you really want to know what's happening here and now, you've got to use your own eyes and your own judgment.

Everything, everything seemed once-upon-a-time.

Possibilities are like cancer. The more I think about them, the more they multiply, and there's no way to stop them. I'm out of control.

In this world, there are things you can only do alone, and things you can only do with somebody else. It's important to combine the two in just the right amount.