...somewhere, on some subterranean level, her darkness and his may have connected.
I get up early in the morning, 4 o'clock, and I sit at my desk and what I do is just dream. After three or four hours, that's enough. In the afternoon, I run.
With my eyes closed, I would touch a familiar book and draw its fragrance deep inside me. This was enough to make me happy.
When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.
She was seriously in love, but she never made demands.
Memory is a funny thing. When I was in the scene, I hardly paid it any mind. I never stopped to think of it as something that would make a lasting impression, certainly never imagined that eighteen ye...
Is it possible, in the final analysis, for one human being to achieve perfect understanding of another?We can invest enormous time and energy in serious efforts to know another person, but in the end,...
Every person has their own colour.
I've run the Boston Marathon 6 times before. I think the best aspects of the marathon are the beautiful changes of the scenery along the route and the warmth of the people's support. I feel happier ev...
You know, they've got these chocolate assortments, and you like some but you don't like others? And you eat all the ones you like, and the only ones left are the ones you don't like as much? I always...
We returned to the hotel and had intercourse. I like that word . It poses only a limited range of possibilities.
Violence does not always take visible form, and not all wounds gush blood.
The others in the dorm thought I wanted to be a writer, because I was always alone with a book, but I had no such ambition. There was nothing I wanted to be.
Some things in life are too complicated to explain in any language.
Slowly like a movie fade out, the real world evaporates. I'm alone, inside the world of the story. My favorite feeling in the world.
Once again, life had a lesson to teach me: It takes years to build up, it takes moments to destroy.
Most everything you think you know about me is nothing more than memories.
Loneliness becomes an acid that eats away at you.
It wasn't like there was some obvious change. Actually, the problem was more a lack of change. Nothing about her had changed - the way she spoke, her clothes, the topics she chose to talk about, her o...
In the spring of her twenty-second year, Sumire fell in love for the first time in her life. An intense love, a veritable tornado sweeping across the plains—flattening everything in its path, tossing...