As I see it, you are living with something that you keep hidden deep inside. Something heavy. I felt it from the first time I met you. You have a strong gaze, as if you have made up your mind about something. To tell you the truth, I myself carry such things around inside. Heavy things. That is how I can see it in you.

Killing time is not an easy job.

What's really important here," I whispered loudly to myself,"is not the big things other people have thought up, but the small things you, yourself have

With each passing moment I'm becoming part of the past. There is no future for me, just the past steadily accumulating.

Spending plenty of time on something can be the most sophisticated form of revenge.

In other words, let's face it: Life is basically unfair. But even in a situation that's unfair, I think it's possible to seek out a kind of fairness. Of course, that might take time and effort. And maybe it won't seem to be worth all that. It's up to each individual to decide whether or not it is.

Like flowers scattered in a storm, a man's life is a long farewell.