No matter how mundane some action might appear, keep at it long enough and it becomes a contemplative, even meditative act.
Naoko stayed frozen in place, like a small nocturnal animal that has been lured out by the moonlight. The direction of the glow exaggerated the silhouette of her lips. Seeming utterly fragile and vuln...
Most of the psychological differences between men and women seem to come from differences in their reproductive system
Like you're riding a train at night across some vast plain, and youcatch a glimpse of a tiny light in a window of a farmhouse. In aninstant it's sucked back into the darkness behind and vanishes. Buti...
Just speak your mind honestly. That's the best thing. It may hurt a little sometimes, and someone may get upset, but in the long run, it's for the best.
It's not me but the world that's deranged.
It's basically the same in all periods of societies. If you belong to the majority, you can avoid thinking about lots of troubling things.''And those troubling things are all you /can/ think about whe...
I've been clinging to this world like a discarded shell of an insect stuck to a branch, about to be blown off forever by a gust of wind.
I said nothing for a time, just ran my fingertips along the edge of the human-shaped emptiness that had been left inside me.
I happen to like the strange ones. People who look normal and leads normal lives – they’re the ones you have to watch out for.
At some point the future becomes reality. And then it quickly becomes the past.
He stopped complaining, but now I was annoyed. I went to the roof and drank alone.
I know how fiction matters to me, because if I want to express myself, I have to make up a story. Some people call it imagination. To me, it's not imagination. It's just a way of watching.
Will you wait for me forever?
When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths, we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant...
What I was chasing in circles must have been the tail of the darkness inside me.
This may be the most important proposition revealed by history: 'At the time, no one knew what was coming.
Sometimes we don't need words. Rather, it's words that need us.
People lose fifty million skin cells every day. The cells get scraped off and turn into invisible dust, and disappear into the air. Maybe we are nothing but skin cells as far as the world is concerned...
Overhead, the two moons worked together to bathe the world in a strange light.