You like sequences,” Fuka-Eri asked, without a question mark. “To me, they’re like Bach’s Well-Tempered Clavier. I never get tired of them.

“مهما كان ما تفكر فيه، فلن يكن بمقدورك أن تقاوم، لقد قّضي الأمر.”

“O amor é isso mesmo meu caro Kafka. Tu é que andas sempre nas nuvens e experime…”

“I just run. I run in void. Or maybe I should put it the other way: I run in ord…”

“It doesn't matter what form she takes - a living spirit, an illusion - but you …”