Reality is such a pain. Those of us who were fed up with that kind of reality decided to remake it. We’d set up a partition, separate what’s important to us from what was trash, put only the things we loved on our side, and got rid of the rest.

Behind every coincidence, every stroke of luck, and every miracle, there is inevitably a cold and calculating mind.

If you really do love her, don’t look away, no matter what happens. No matter what you see, no matter what you learn about her, don’t look away. Once you got her in your embrace, don’t let go. Once you decide you love someone, that’s your responsibility.

I can't bring myself to trust you. But even if you were to betray me, and even if you were to become my enemy... would it be okay for me to love? Could you... let me love you?

If you truly want to escape the ordinary, you'll simply need to keep evolving. Whether what you seek is above or below.

In my hometown, the sky seemed endless . . . but there was nothing to see.

If reality is as equally valuable as fiction, then you should just chalk up the parts of the past you don’t need to your imagination