“When she came home, she smelled the way I like. But . . . her face seemed sadder than when she left.” — Makoto Shinkai Copy Share Image
“Yesterday, I had a dream... A dream I have had since long ago. In that dream, we had yet to turn 13.… — Makoto Shinkai Copy Share Image
“She's always ready with a kind smile for me. But . . . sometimes, that can be intensely frustrating.” — Makoto Shinkai Copy Share Image
“Her, enveloped in the smell of the snow, and her cold fingertips, and the sound of the black clouds drifting through the… — Makoto Shinkai Copy Share Image
