For a certain kind of person, love begins from something tiny or silly. From something like that or it doesnt begin at all.

I was in my house, alone in the living room, anxious about you, watching the flashes of lightning. And a flash of lightning lit up this truth for me, right in front of my eye. That night i lost you, I lost something inside me. Or perhaps several things. Something central to my existence, the very support for who I am as a person

What makes us the most normal," said Reiko, "is knowing that we're not normal.

It's like the Tibetan Wheel of the Passions. As the wheel turns, the values and feelings on the outer rim rise and fall, shining or sinking into darkness. But true love stays fastened to the axle and doesn't move.

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.

Even if we could turn back, we'd probably never end up where we started.

No, I don't want your money. The world moves less by money than by what you owe people and what they owe you. I don't like to owe anybody anything, so I keep to myself as much on the lending side as I can.