Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You
change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts.

“Like Naokuo, I'm not really sure what it means to love another person. Though s…”

“Probably we’d have been better off born in nineteenth-century Russia. I’d have …”

“Whether or not the person I think of as me undergoes any essential changes, the…”

“There’s nothing wrong with not looking like something. It just means you don’t …”