Her Cry Was The Saddest Sound Of

As With Marathon Runs And Lengths Of Toilet Paper, There Had To Be Standards To Measure Up To.

What If I’ve Forgotten The Most Important Thing?

Of What Value Is A Civilization That Can't Toast A Piece Of Bread As Ordered?

In Japan, The Writers Have Made Up A Literary Community, A Circle, A Society. I Think 90 Percent Of Japan's Writers Live In Tokyo. Naturally, They Make A Community. There Are Groups And Customs, And So They Are Tied Up In A Way.

To Me, Love Is A Pure Idea Forged In Flesh, Awkwardly Maybe, But It Had To Connect To Somewhere, Despite Twists And Turns Of Underground Cable. An All-too-perfect Thing. Sometimes The Lines Get Crossed. Or You Get A Wrong Number. But That's Nobody's Fault. It'll Always Be Like That, So Long As We Exist In This Physical Form. As A Matter Of Principle.