"Like a person in a storm desperately grasping at a lamppost, he clung to his daily routine."
"Alienation and loneliness became a cable that stretched hundreds of miles long, pulled to the breaking point by a gigantic winch. And through that taut line, day and night, he received indecipherable messages. Like a gale blowing between trees, those messages varied in strength as they reached him in fragments, stinging his ears."
".... talent only functions when it's supported by a tough, unyielding physical and mental focus. All it takes is one screw in your brain to come loose and fall off, or some connection in your body to break down, and your concentration vanishes, like the dew at dawn."
"If talent's the foundation you rely on, and yet it's so unreliable that you have no idea what's going to happen to it the next minute, what meaning does it have?"
"The chair was a simple Scandinavian design of chrome with white leather. Beautiful, clean and silent, with not an ounce of warmth, like a fine rain falling under the midnight sun."
"Some things in life are too complicated to explain in any language."
"One heart is not connect to another through harmony alone. They are, instead, linked deeply through their wounds. Pain linked to pain, fragility to fragility. There is no silence with a cry of grief, no forgiveness without bloodshed, no acceptance without a passage through acute loss. That is what lies at the root of true harmony."
"It's no different from building stations. If something is important enough, a little mistake isn't going to ruin it all, or make it make it vanish. It might not be perfect, but the first step is actually building the station. Right? Otherwise trains won't stop there. And you can't meet the person who means so much to you."
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