How can the mind be so imperfect? she says with a smile.I look at my hands. Bathed in the moonlight, they seem like statues, proportioned to no purpose.It may well be imperfect, I say, but it leaves t...
Her pupils have taken on a lonely hue, like grey clouds reflected in a calm lake.
He once told me about polar bears - what solitary animals they are. They mate just once a year. One time in a whole year. There is no such thing as a lasting male-female bond in their world. One male...
He does not exist here, with me, but flesh that does not exist will never die, and promises unmade are never broken.
Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story
Hajime, she began, the sad truth is that some things can't go backwards. Once they start going forward, no matter what you do, they can't go back to the way they were. If one little thing goes awry, t...
Force yourself to explain it and you create lies.
For both of us, it had simply been too enormous an experience. We shared it by . Does this make any sense?
Everybody's born with some different thing at the core of their existence. And that thing, whatever it is, becomes like a heat source that runs each person from the inside. I have one too, of course....
Everybody feels safe belonging not to the excluded minority but to the excluding majority. You think, Oh, I’m glad that’s not me. It’s basically the same in all periods in all societies. If you belong...
Even castles in the sky can do with a fresh coat of paint.
Es una lástima, pero hay cosas que no pueden volver atrás. Una vez has dado un paso hacia delante, por más que lo intentes, ya no puedes retroceder. Si se estropean, así se quedan para siempre.
Dreams come from the past, not from the future. Dreams shouldn't control you--you should control them.
Dreams are the kind of things you can borrow and lend out.
Don't pointless things have a place, too, in this far-from-perfect world?
Do you know what ‘Sputnik’ means in Russian? ‘Travelling companion’. I looked it up in a dictionary not long ago. Kind of a strange coincidence if you think about it. I wonder why the Russians gave th...
Death is not the opposite of life but an innate part of it. By living our lives, we nurture death.
Chance encounters are what keep us going.
By living our lives, we nurture death. True as this might be, it was only one of the truths we had to learn. What I learned from Naoko's death was this: no truth can cure the sorrow we feel from losin...
But if you peeled away the ornamental egos that she had built, there was only an abyss of nothingness and the intense thirst that came with it.