Character: Kafka Tamura

One metaphor to the distance to the target is much shorter.

Where there is time, nothing will return back.

The illusion, the more I think about them, tend to multiply, to acquire a more pronounced form. And may be, cease to be illusions.

A woman just struck me - she felt some warmth. I wish I had a mother like that! This idea came to mind whenever I saw a beautiful (or just good) a middle-aged woman. It would be great if Saeki-San is my mother. Of course, this can not be. The probability is close to zero. There is nothing to say. But theoretically some chance it is, let the most miserable. I'm not in the face of his mother could not remember, no name didn't know her. So why not?

If you leave the house in birthday. When they're fifteen. The most opportune time. Before that - early, and then, perhaps, later.

For some time I began to feel that this forest is ultimately a part of my "I". I was lost inside himself. Just as the blood circulates through the blood vessels. So, I saw in front of the own inner world, and what looked in my eyes threateningly, actually - echo entrenched in me fears. Entangling me in a web is a spider web, spread in my heart. And the birds chirping over head, grown me. That's what images are born and take root in my head.

I had a hard time with her close - chest ached with pain, as if someone had thrust her ice blade. A sharp pain pierced to the bone, but I was even thankful for it. I have merged themselves with it a penetrating cold, and the pain was an anchor that drew me to this place.

Now, freedom! All by himself, like clouds in the sky.

The road needs a companion, in life compassion.

The world is so huge and you need very little to hide - nothing but this tiny piece of space is nowhere.

What is taught in school, no hurt will come in handy in real life. It is a fact. Teacher your almost all - the goats.

Erased from the memory of the father and mother, but the genes that will not go away. And if I have conceived get rid of them, would have to rid himself.

There are days - almost like twins, only the weather is different. And if the weather is the same, then all sense of time once lost. Do not really understand yesterday or today, today or tomorrow. Time, like, off of the anchor, the ship, wandering in the sea space.