Whenever I look at the ocean, I always want to talk to people, but when I'm talking to people, I always want to look at the ocean.

You’re really cute, Midori,” I corrected myself. “What do you mean really cute?” “So cute the mountains crumble and the oceans dry up.

As long as I kept my body moving I could forget about the emptiness inside.

When I'm running I don't have to talk to anybody and don't have to listen to anybody. This is a part of my day I can't do without.

Probably." "Again with the probablys." "A world full of probablys," she said.

Is it possible to become friends with a butterfly?

The best way to think about reality, I had decided, was to get as far away from it as possible.