Perhaps I'm just too painstaking a type of person, but I can't grasp much of anything without putting down my thoughts in writing.

A theory is a battlefield in your head.

She was seriously in love, but she never made demands.

Even chance meetings are the result of karma… Things in life are fated by our previous lives. That even in the smallest events there’s no such thing as coincidence.

And her sleep was too long and deep for that:so deep that she left her normal reality behind.

In terms of evolutionary history, it was only yesterday that men learned to walk around on two legs and get in trouble thinking complicated thoughts. So don't worry, you'll burn out.

The fresh smell of coffee soon wafted through the apartment, the smell that separates night from day.