A child walked by, rolling a metal hoop that made a sound of autumn. - Yasunari Kawabata

It's remarkable how we go on year after year, doing the same old things. We get tired and bored, and ask when they'll come for us

Time flows in the same way for all human beings; every human being flows through time in a different way.

She was afraid to touch the dictionary — Oki was even there. Innumerable words reminded her of him. To link whatever she saw and heard with her love was nothing less than to be alive. Her awareness of her body was inseparable from her memory of his embrace.