What we needed were not words and promises but a steady accumulation of small realities.

“If I listen to some utterly perfect performance of an utterly perfect piece whi…”

“I have these realistic dreams and snap wide awake in the middle of the night. A…”

“Tell me something, Toru,” She said. “Do you love me?”“You know I do.”“Will you …”

“A gentle silence descended on them, suggestive of the flow of time.”