"I believe you," she whispers after a moment. "Please find my mind."

Why do I act like this, agreeing when I really disagree, letting people force me to do things I don't want to do?

I want to write about people who dream and wait for the night to end, who long for the light so they can hold the ones they love.

One last word of advice, though, Mr. Okada, though you may not want to hear this. There are things in this world it is better not to know about. Of course, those are the very things that people most want to know about. It's strange.

Nothing so consumes a person as meaningless exertion

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

Killing time is not an easy job.