The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, there was no longer anyone to remember with.

We acknowledge that being the person God made you cannot separate you from God's love.

You see how fake it all is. It's not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It's a paper town.

Reading it the night before, I'd wondered if it would be like that for me-if in one moment, I would finally understand her, know her, and understand the role I'd played in her dying. But I wasn't convinced enlightenment struck like lightining.

And I wanted to tell her that the pleasure for me wasn't planning or doing or leaving; the pleasure was in seeing our strings cross and separate and then come back together.

I hope you didn't bring the Asian kid along thinking he's a computer genius. Because I'm not," Takumi said.

We were just looking at ideas of each other.