But intolerant,narrow minds with no imagination are like parasites that transform the host,change form,and continue to thrive. They're a lost cause, and I don't want anyone like that coming in here.

Irrepressible curiosity vied with an instinctive fear.

[...] Shimamoto had her own little world within her. A world that was for her alone, one I could not enter.

Sometimes you’re just the sweetest thing. Like Christmas, summer vacation, and a brand-new puppy rolled into one.

Something in her small eyes caught the sunlight and glistened, like a glacier on the faraway face of a mountain.

A friend to kill time is a friend sublime.

Some things in life are too complicated to explain in any language.