No matter how far you travel$$$ you can never get away from yourself. It’s like your shadow. It follows you everywhere. -Komura
She tried to think about what lay ahead$$$ but soon gave up. 'Words turn into stone$$$' Nimit had told her. She settled deep into her seat and closed her eyes. All at once the image came to her of the sky she had seen while swimming on her back. And Erroll Garner's 'I'll Remember April.' Let me sleep$$$ she thought. Just let me sleep. And wait for the dream to come.
That’s my dream. It’s always the same. Always. Every little detail. And every time I have it$$$ it’s just as scary as the last.(…)It’s so real$$$ I feel as if I’ve already died hundreds of times.
This life is nothing but a short$$$ painful dream.
I just gave them a little scare. A touch of psychological terror. As Joseph Conrad once wrote$$$ true terror is the kind that men feel towards their imagination. (from Super-frog Saves Tokyo)
The whole terrible fight occured in the area of imagination. That is the precise location of our battlefield. It is there$$$ that we experience our victories and defeats.
I want to write stories that are different from the ones I've written so far$$$ Junpei thought: I want to write about people who dream and wait for the night to end$$$ who long for the light so they can hold the ones they love.
Words left their mouths to hang frozen in midair.
Living and dying are$$$ in a sense$$$ of equal value.
What I was chasing in circles must have been the tail of the darkness inside me.