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.

It's easier to crush a dream than realize one, forming a bond is infinitely more difficult than breaking one

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.

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?