What was lost was lost. There was no retrieving it, however you schemed, no returning to how things were, no going back..

It's a dark, cool, quiet place. A basement in your soul. And that place can sometimes be dangerous to the human mind. I can open the door and enter t….

If only I could fall sound asleep and wake up in my old reality!.

I'll never see them again. I know that. And they know that. And knowing this, we say farewell..

As we go through life we gradually discover who we are, but the more we discover, the more we lose ourselves..

Concentration is one of the happiest things in my life..

When the fire goes out, you'll start feeling the cold. You'll wake up whether you want to or not..

It's just like sex; when [a book is] finished, it's finished..

Inside that darkness, i saw rain falling on the sea. Rain softly falling on a vast sea, with no one there to see it. The rain strikes the surface of ….

One heart is not connected to another through harmony alone. They are, instead, linked deeply through their wounds. Pain linked to pain, fragility to….

Colours shone with exceptional clarity in the rain. The ground was a deep black, the pine branches a brilliant green, the people wrapped in yellow lo….

When it's raining like this," said Naoko, "it feels as if we're the only ones in the world. I wish it would just keep raining so the three of us coul….

I'm all alone, but I'm not lonely..

My priority is my books, at least at this point. What I have to do is write the narrative of this time..

It was a narrow world, a world that was standing still. But the narrower it became, the more it betook of stillness, the more this world that envelop….

I myself, as I'm writing, don't know who did it. The readers and I are on the same ground. When I start to write a story, I don't know the conclusion….

Only where there is disillusionment and depression and sorrow does happiness arise; without the despair of loss, there is no hope..

How much do you love me?' Midori asked. 'Enough to melt all the tigers in the world to butter,' I said..

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..

You couldn’t begin to imagine who I am, where I’m going, or what I’m about to do, All of you are trapped here. You can’t go anywhere, forward or back….

As long as I stared at the clock, at least the world remained in motion. Not a very consequential world, but in motion nonetheless. And as long as I ….