Not to excuse myself, but when you have people right in front of you denying your very presence like that, then see if you don't doubt whether you actually exist. I look at my hands half expecting to see clear through them.

What's really important here," I whispered loudly to myself,"is not the big things other people have thought up, but the small things you, yourself have

The sense of tragedy - according to Aristotle - comes, ironically enough, not from the protagonist's weak points but from his good qualities. Do you know what I'm getting at? People are drawn deeper into tragedy not by their defects but by their virtues. ... [But] we accept irony through a device called metaphor. And through that we grow and become deeper human beings.

When people tell a lie about something, they have to make up a bunch of lies to go with the first one. ‘Mythomania’ is the word for it.

People with dark souls have nothing but dark dreams. People with really dark souls do nothing but dream.

Why do I act like this, agreeing when I really disagree, letting people force me to do things I don't want to do?

Huge organizations and me don't get along. They're too inflexible, waste too much time, and have too many stupid people.

I never trust people with no appetite. It's like they're always holding something back on you.

Forgive me for stating the obvious, but the world is made up of all kinds of people.

It's a quiet place, so people talk quietly," said Naoko. She made a neat pile of fish bones at the edge of her plate and dabbed at her mouth with a handkerchief. "There's no need to raise your voice here. You don't have to convince anybody of anything, and you don't have to attract anyone's attention.

Whenever an occasion arose in which she needed an opinion on something in the wider world, she borrowed her husband's. If this had been all there was to her, she wouldn't have bothered anyone, but as is so often the case with such women, she suffered from an incurable case of of pretentiousness. Lacking any internalized values of her own, such people can arrive at a standpoint only by adopting other people's standards or views. The only principle that governs their minds is the question "How do I look?

Most people are not looking for provable truths. As you said, truth is often accompanied by intense pain, and almost no one is looking for painful truths. What people need is beautiful, comforting stories that make them feel as if their lives have some meaning. Which is where religion comes from.

What the world needs is a set villain that people can point at and say, “It’s all your fault!

I was dying. Like all the other people who live in this world.

They put up with such strenuous training, and where did their thoughts, their hopes and dreams, disappear to? When people pass away, do their thoughts just vanish?

Some people can work their butts off and never get what they're aiming for while others can get it without any effort at all.

I may not be the most likable person in the world, but I try not to upset people.

Ordinary imperfect people, always choose similarly imperfect people as friends.

I was confident that I was a special person. But time slowly chips away at life. People don't just die when their time comes. They gradually die away, from the inside. And finally the day comes when you have to settle accounts. Nobody can escape it. People have to pay the price for what they've received. I have only just learned that truth.

I realize now that the reality of things is not something you convey to people but something you make.

Even if you don't acknowledge it, people die, and guys sleep with girls. That's just how it is.

People are drawn deeper into tragedy not by their defects but by their virtues.

If I stayed here, something inside me would be lost forever—something I couldn't afford to lose. It was like a vague dream, a burning, unfulfilled desire. The kind of dream people have only when they're seventeen.

Why do people have to build such depressing places? I'm not saying that every nook and cranny of the world has to be beautiful, but does it have to be this ugly?