Who can really distinguish between the sea and what's reflected in it? Or tell the difference between the falling rain and loneliness?

It is hard to be an individual in Japan.

People leave strange little memories of themselves behind when they die.

Whatever it is you're seeking won't come in the form you're expecting.

When you fall in love, the natural thing to do is give yourself to it.

At my core, there is nothing. Neither is it parched wastelands. At my core, there is love. I'll go on loving that ten-year-old boy named Tengo forever --- his strength, his intelligence, his kindness. He does not exist here, with me, but flesh that does not exist will never die, and promises unmade are never broken.

Tell me, Doctor, are you afraid of death?" "I guess it depends on how you die.