“I am glad I met you and I am glad to say that.”

Right now I am working to polish the shards of my dreams.

I thought that despite all the wounds and all the pains it could cause I wanted to dream again, and love someone with all my heart.

I think just being together and talking would be nice. But when we grow old, when greed and vanity will be completely gone, when I will be tired of singing can I return to that place too?

From that day on it was as if Ren freed me from gravity. I was floating in the sky. Higher. Higher. Higher.

For us who choose our dreams over our love the only thing we can do for love is perhaps to release the lock around our necks. Through that, the pain may vanish.

I’ll make you so in love with me, that everytime our lips touch, you’ll die a little death.

We are all farsighted, we give importance to those things that are far from us, while neglecting the things that are close to us… only to realize their value later when they are out-of-reach again.

His hands are saying that he wants to hold her. His feet are saying that he wants to chase after her… He’s probably forgotten that I’m here, beside him

Say, Nana… You look like stray cat, wild and proud. But I can see the wound in your heart. At the time I just thought it was cool. I never realized how hurt you were.

She was my sacred angel that I could never violate. Reira was my sanctuary. I needed something solid like that in this dirty, disappointing world.

Right now I am full of greed and vanity, so I cannot live with you like before. But may be we can meet like this.

The table was her stage. The mobile phone was the microphone. And the new moon was the spotlight. That kind of magic only Nana could make it happen.

Hey, Nana… people’s feelings change easily… what you see is a house of cards… nothing’s sure, and nothing lasts forever.

Even now, sometimes on street corners… when I meet someone, I see your shadow.

Many things happened in my life, and I thought that they changed me. But in the end, nothing has changed since I was seventeen.

I have to get back to the hotel. But I don’t know the way. I always rely on Shouji so I didn’t notice where we were going.

I don’t know how many of you have ever met Dijkstra, but you probably know that arrogance in computer science is measured in nano-Dijkstras.

Authors, she soon decided, were probably best met within the pages of their novels, and were as much creatures of the reader’s imagination as the characters in their books.

I asked these Indians: “Do men ever make Chicha?” My question was met with gales of laughter. The women howled. Bent over in hilarity, one replied, “Men can’t brew. Chicha made by men would only make gas in the belly.

I did not want to leave the Mets and I did not want to leave New York.

Do you remember the time we met? The wind blew the snow about on the outside, the train moved, stopped, and then moved some more.

We never had reports of Mullah Omar living luxuriously or making money in large quantities or anything like that.

I met a lot of the senior Taliban, and I asked them precisely [about Mullah Omar]. The most common answer was he is humble. And that was very true.

Like simplicity and candor, and other much-commented qualities, enthusiasm is charming until we meet it face to face, and cannot escape from its charm.