You Don't Have To Judge The Whole

The Good Thing About Writing Book Is That You Can Dream While You Are Awake.

She Was Hearing Everything That Went On In His Heart, Like A Person Who Can Trace A Map With His Fingertip And Conjure Up Vivid, Living Scenery.

There's No Such Thing As Perfect Writing, Just Like There's No Such Thing As Perfect Despair.

Love With Complications. Scenery Was The Last Thing On My Mind.

With The Advent Of Winter, Her Eyes Seemed To Take On A Greater Transparency, A Transparency That Lead Nowhere. Occassionally, For No Particular Reason, Naoko Would Gaze Into My Eyes As If Searching For Something. Each Time I Was Filled With Odd Sensations Of Lonliness And Inadequecy.