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?

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

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.

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

The world isn't as bad as you think.

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

For us, the playground of fiction is just as important as reality