Until the bitter end, the emptiness inside her was hers alone.

I don't know how many good books I still have in me; I hope there are another four or five.

I am nothing. I’m like someone who’s been thrown into the ocean at night, floating all alone. I reach out, but no one is there. I call out, but no one answers. I have no connection to anything.

Animals that not only move by their own free will and share feelings with people but also possess sight and hearing qualify as deserving of names.

Reaching the finish line, never walking, and enjoying the race. These three, in this order, are my goals.

Irrepressible curiosity vied with an instinctive fear.

Potentiality knocks on the door of my heart. [On Seeing The 100% Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning ]