This is one more piece of advice I have for you: don't get impatient. Even if things are so tangled up you can't do anything, don't get desperate or blow a fuse and start yanking on one particular thread before it's ready to come undone.

The world is a huge space, but the space that will take you in - and it doesn't have to be very big-is nowhere to be found.

Beyond the edge of the world there’s a space where emptiness and substance neatly overlap, where past and future form a continuous, endless loop.

The strength to quietly endure things - unfairness, misfortunes, sadness, mistakes, misunderstandings.

The strength I'm looking for isn't the type where you win or lose. I'm not after a wall that'll repel power coming from outside. What I want is the kind of strength to be able to absorb that kind of power, to stand up to it.

“With luck, it might even snow for us.”

He could well imagine what the moon had given her: pure solitude and tranquility. That was the best thing the moon could give a person.

When people tell a lie about something, they have to make up a bunch of lies to go with the first one. Mythomania is the word for it.

o matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away.

The power to concentrate was the most important thing. Living without this power would be like opening one's eyes without seeing anything.