That's the kind of death that frightens me. The shadow of death slowly, slowly eats away at the region of life, and before you know it everything's dark and you can't see, and the people around you think of you as more dead than alive.

People fall in love without reason, without even wanting to. You can't predict it. That's love.

There has to be pain. That's the rule.

One foot in front of the other. Repeat as often as necessary to finish.

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

I didn't read so much Japanese literature. Because my father was a teacher of Japanese literature, I just wanted to do something else.

Autumn finally arrived. And when it did, I came to a decision. Something had to give: I couldn't keep on living like this.