“To me, the hours that pass by each day are just an agony that I want to throw in the trash." ~ Juri Mutou”
“Baby, I ain't trash. Trash is something you throw away. My people keep me.”
“I want to do something absolutely different, or perhaps nothing at all: just stay where I am, in my home, and absorb each hour, each day, and be alone; and read and think; and walk about the garden in the night; and wait, wait...”
“People observe the colours of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quite clear that day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colours.”
“You said that the hours of every day are trash. However, that is the way someone lucky enough to welcome the next day thinks." ~ Aunt Monica”
“Each hour, Each day”