“There are many answers, none of them right, but some of them most definitely wrong.”

“The past is weird. I mean, does it really exist ? It feels like it exists, but where is it ? And if it did exists, but doesn’t now, then where did it go ?”

“She smiled. “Life is full of stories. Or maybe life is only stories. Good night, my dear Nao.”

“Am I crazy?" she asked. "I feel like I am sometimes." "Maybe," he said, rubbing her forehead. "But don't worry about it. You need to be a little bit crazy. Crazy is the price you pay for having an imagination. It's your superpower. Tapping into the dream. It's a good thing not a bad thing.”

“No matter how much bullying they inflict on my body, as long as I have this hope, I can endure any pain.”

“Print is predictable and impersonal, conveying information in a mechanical transaction with the reader’s eye.Handwriting, by contrast, resists the eye, reveals its meaning slowly, and is as intimate as skin.”

“Sometimes when she told stories about the past her eyes would get teary from all the memories she had, but they weren't tears. She wasn't crying. They were just the memories, leaking out.”