Nakajima's presence didn't put any pressure on me, either. Quite the opposite: there was a warmth in the core of my chest when he was around.

I love feeling the rhythm of other people's lives. It's like traveling.

But I have my life, I’m living it. It’s twisted, exhausting, uncertain, and full of guilt, but nonetheless, there’s something there.

When things get really bad, you take comfort in the placeness of a place.

It occurred to me that if I were a ghost, this ambiance was what I'd miss most: the ordinary, day-to-day bustle of the living. Ghosts long, I'm sure, for the stupidest, most unremarkable things.

Everything in life has some good in it. And when something awful happens, the goodness stands out even more--it's sad, but that's the truth.

When someone tells you something big, it's like you're taking money from them, and there's no way it will ever go back to being the way it was. You have to take responsibility for listening.

Why were we so far apart, even when we were together? It was a nice loneliness, like the sensation of washing your face in cold water.

...there's nothing wrong with being a little hopeful. Who says you can't warm your frozen limbs in the faint heat of a flicker of hope?

Nakajima’s past would always be there, so the foundation could crumble at any moment. That’s what happens, I realized, when people destroy other people.

Just being with Nakajima made me feel as if we were detached from history, and had no particular age.

Close cycles. Not because of pride or arrogance, but because that no longer fits your life

Love is the best wisdom.

Every man is sensitive. Some cover it up with brutality, others with cowardice and vanity, but a small few wear it bravely like armor

Most of us do not consciously look at movies.

To cease to think creatively is to cease to live

You will begin to see your life as an opportunity to share the special gift you alone can bestow upon the world.

I expected higher prices for some books, but [there would be] flexibility for other books.

Look not for musk in a dog's kennel.

They know who keep a broken tryst, Till something from the Spring be missed We have not truly known the Spring.

All forgiveness is self forgiveness.