She looked up at the sky, now tinged with orange. "Please live. Talk, think, act. And sometimes listen to music..." She stopped briefly. "Look at paintings, allow yourself to be moved. Laugh a lot, and at times, cry. And if… — Koushun Takami Copy Share Image
“We're supposed to strive for harmony, and that's what the art of tea is supposed to accomplish... but harmony is very, very difficult to… — Koushun Takami Copy Share Image
“Let me get this straight. The man with the gun says stay in your seat and you take that to mean jump around the… — Koushun Takami Copy Share Image
But I'm willing to take a chance on believing there has to be a way. All I need is someone to believe with me. — Koushun Takami Copy Share Image
You all have your own distinct personal backgrounds. Of course some of you come from rich families, some from poor families. But circumstances beyond… — Koushun Takami Copy Share Image
“Shogo. I know I'm repeating myself, but I have to say it. If I were Keiko, this is what I'd say. Please Live. Talk,… — Koushun Takami Copy Share Image
“All of a sudden Yutaka realized he had created a cloud of dust all around him. Oh no! No! This sucks. This blows more… — Koushun Takami Copy Share Image
By then she was dead. In fact, she may have been dead a while ago. Physically, several seconds ago, mentally, ages ago. — Koushun Takami Copy Share Image
Shinji slowly fell forward onto his face. Debris bounced up on impact. It took less than thirty seconds for the rest of his body to die. The memento of his beloved uncle--the earring worn by the woman he loved--was now stained with the blood running down Shinji's left ear, reflecting the glow from the red flames of the farm building.… — Koushun Takami Copy Share
I hope you fall in love with someone nice and have a good marriage. I might end up dying without knowing what it's like… — Koushun Takami Copy Share Image
