Despite your best efforts, people are going to be hurt when it's time for them to be hurt.

Deep rivers run quiet.

[...] Shimamoto had her own little world within her. A world that was for her alone, one I could not enter.

What I saw wasn't a ghost. It was simply--myself. I can never forget how terrified I was that night, and whenever I remember it, this thought always springs to mind: that the most frightening thing in the world is our own self. What do you think?

If she did experience sex-or something close to it-in high school, I'm sure it would have been less out of sexual desire or love than literary curiosity.

Not that running away's going to solve everything. I don't want to rain on your parade or anything, but I wouldn't count on escaping this place if I were you. No matter how far you run. Distance might not solve anything.

In the world we live in, what we know and what we don't know are like Siamese twins, inseparable, existing in a state of confusion.