By then running had entered the realm of the metaphysical. First there came the action of running, and accompanying it there was this entity known as me. I run; therefore I am.

A deserted library in the morning - there's something about it that really gets to me. All possible words and ideas are there, resting peacefully.

One heart is not connected to another through harmony alone. They are, instead, linked deeply through their wounds

We were, the two of us, still fragmentary beings, just beginning to sense the presence of an unexpected, to be-aquired reality that would fill us and make us whole.

When I was a teenager, I thought how great it would be if only I could write novels in English. I had the feeling that I would be able to express my emotions so much more directly than if I wrote in Japanese.

Time passes slowly. Nobody says a word, everyone lost in quiet reading. One person sits at a desk jotting down notes, but the rest are sitting there silently, not moving, totally absorbed. Just like me.

Say it before you run out of time. Say it before it's too late. Say what you're feeling. Waiting is a mistake.