I'm a very ordinary human being; I just happen to like reading books.

Is it possible to become friends with a butterfly?

You are entering a phase of your life in which many different things will occur...bad things that seem good at first and good things that seem bad at first.

If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.

I want you always to remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?

Most things are forgotten over time. Even the war itself, the life-and-death struggle people went through, is now like something from the distant past. We're so caught up in our everyday lives that events of the past, like ancient stars that have burned out, are no longer in orbit around our minds. There are just too many things we have to think about every day, too many new things we have to learn. New styles, new information, new technology, new terminology ... But still, no matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away. They remain with us forever, like a touchstone. And for me, what happened in the woods that day is one of these.

Memory is so crazy! It's like we've got these drawers crammed with tons of useless stuff. Meanwhile, all the really important things we just keep forgetting, one after the other.