Character: Ruth. Page 2

Who are you and what are you doing right now?
Actually, it doesn't really matter, because by the time you read this, everything will be different, and you somewhere- nowhere in particular - lazily turn the pages of this book [...]

A time being is someone who exists in time: you, me, anyone who ever lived or will live. For example, I'm sitting in a cafe for a French maid on Akibahara, in the City of Electronics, and listening to sad French chanson that is playing somewhere in your past which is my present. And I think about you - how are you, somewhere in my future? And if you're reading this, you probably also think about me.

- ... I can't think straight, can't move. This must be what panic feels like.
- Here, have a chocolate.
- It will help to produce adrenaline?
- No, but it's delicious.

Forget about the feuds and relax your mind and body is sometimes very important.

Devotion is not born overnight.

I forgive you. But you forgive too easily. Always too easy.

There is always a temptation, thinks Ruth, is to stay away from the edge of the water, unless you pour the spray. But rarely comes that wave which is expected of the visible trees, rushing to the shore. Sometimes invisible waves, appearing out of nowhere, carry sand from your feet; sometimes neither capture you off guard.

Let's buy silk paper and made her luxurious shades. We study at this table the French language and look at the piece of sky over there, over the roof. Going to sleep in these beds as the best in the world. Waking up, going to go to the window, and even then this dirty yard seem to us full of romance, because it is Parisian courtyard.

Evil men firmer, longer hold.

You can't take the past with you. And don't look around, it's tiring and leads to death.
(Not to take anything from your previous life. Nothing! And not look back - only to get tired and lose strength.)