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

I don’t believe in god. There’s no proof he exists. In a world where there isn’t even proof of the future, the past exists. Even if it’s tainted with misunderstandings and delusions, if the people themselves believe in it, the past is the truth to them. And, if you base your actions or your life around it, in a way, it’s a type of god itself.

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

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?

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

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