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"I remember hearing a saying long ago: Men who start by burning books end by burning other men," I said.

“You may think that the memories themselves vanish every time there's a disappearance, but that's not true. They're just floating in a pool where the sunlight never reaches. All you have to do is plunge your hand in and you're bound to find something. Something to bring back into the light. You have to try. I can't just stand by watching as your soul withers."

"I don't know. Because I don't even know
what it is I should be remembering. What's gone is gone completely. I have no seeds inside me, waiting to sprout again. I have
to make do with a hollow heart full of holes. That's why I'm jealous of your heart, one that offers some resistance, that is tantalizingly transparent and yet not, that seems to change as the light shines on it at different angles.”

"My memories don't feel as though they've been pulled up by the root, Even if they fade, something remains. Like tiny seeds that might germinate again if the rain falls. And even if a memory disappears completely, the heart retains something. A slight tremor or pain, some bit of joy, a tear."

“A heart has no shape, no limits. That's why you can put almost any kind of thing in it, why
it can hold so much. It's much like your memory, in that sense."

"Letters are just pieces of paper," I said. "Burn them, and what stays in your heart will stay; keep them, and what vanishes will vanish."

“What I learned from Naoko's death was this: no truth can cure the sadness we feel from losing a loved one. No truth, no sincerity, no strength, no kindness, can cure that sorrow. All we can do is see that sadness through to the end and learn something from it, but what we learn will be no help in facing the next sadness that comes to us without warning.”

“I always used to think I'd like to stay 17 or 18 if I could. But not any more. I'm not a teenager any more. I've got a sense of responsibility now. I'm not the same person I was when we used to hang out together. I'm 20 now. And I have to pay the price to go on living.”

“What a terrible thing it is to wound someone you really care for - and to do it so unconsciously.”

" My father, my mother, they never paid the slightest attention to me, and my boyfriend, well, he's just not that kind of guy.”

"But I'm so lonely! I want to be with someone! I know I'm doing terrible things to you, making demands and not giving you anything in return, saying whatever pops into my head, dragging you out of your room and forcing you to take me everywhere, but you're the only one I can do stuff like that to! I've never been able to have my own way with anybody, not once in the 20 years I've been alive.“

*sobre terem visto um filme porno no cinema*

"That was fun," said Midori.
"Let's try it again sometime.”
"They just keep doing the same things," I said.
"Well, what else can they do? We all just keep doing the same things.”
She had a point there.”

“Part of what Kizuki and I shared when we were 16 and 17 has already vanished, and no amount of crying is going to bring that back.”

“Five days later, though, he died. I still have a vivid memory of the tiny crunching he made
when he chewed his pieces of cucumber. People leave strange, little memories of themselves behind when they die.”

a situação da midori é complicada mas ela é tão chata…..

"I don't know you well enough to force stuff on you."

"You mean, if you knew me better, you'd force stuff on me like everyone else?"

"It's possible," I said. "That's how people live in the real world: forcing stuff on each other."