The others in the dorm thought I wanted to be a writer, because I was always alone with a book, but I had no such ambition. There was nothing I wanted to be.
Will you wait for me forever?
Between a high, solid wall and an egg that breaks against it, I will always stand on the side of the egg.
Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?
What we call the present is given shape by an accumulation of the past.
But still," Ayumi said, "it seems to me that this world has a serious shortage of both logic and kindness." "You may be right," Aomame said, "But it's too late to trade it in for another one.