The unwaking world was as hushed as a deep forest.

she was beautiful and seemingly quite intelligent, what with her pentameter search system. There wasn't a reason in the world not to find her appealing.

Time is too conceptual. Not that it stops us from filling it in. So much so, we can't even tell whether our experiences belong to time or to the world of physical things.

Once she was out of the car and gone, my world was suddenly hollow and meaningless.

Genius or fool, you don't live in the world alone. You can hide underground or you can build a wall around yourself, but somebody's going to come along and screw up the works.

Everybody burns out in this world; amateur, pro, it doesn't matter, they all burn out, they all get hurt, the OK guys and the not-OK guys both. That's why everybody takes out a little insurance. I've got some too, here at the bottom of the heap. That way, you manage to survive if you burn out. If you're all by yourself and don't belong anywhere, you go down once, and you're out. Finished.

The young man knows that he is irretrievably lost. This is no town of cats, he finally realizes. It is the place where he is meant to be lost. It is another world, which has been prepared especially for him. And never again, for all eternity, will the train stop at this station to take him back to the world he came from.

It's a terrible thing when a person dies, whatever the circumstances. A hole opens up in the world, and we need to pay the proper respects. If we don't, the hole will never be filled in again.

Let the world move along as it pleased. If it had any business with him, it would be sure to tell him.

It seemed to me that this world has a serious shortage of both logic and kindness.

Don't pointless things have a place, too, in this far-from-perfect world?

Love can rebuild the world, they say, so everything's possible when it comes to love.

[...] Shimamoto had her own little world within her. A world that was for her alone, one I could not enter.

I am here, alone, at the end of the world. I reach out and touch nothing.”.

The facts and techniques or whatever they teach you in class isn't going to be veryuseful in the real world, that's for sure.

The world would be a pretty dull place if it were made up only of the first-rate, right?

My point is: in this whole wide world the only person you can depend on is you.

I realize full well how hard it must be to go on living alone in a place from which someone has left you, but there is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for.

Either I'm funny or the world's funny. I don't know which. The bottle and lid don't fit. It could be the bottle's fault or the lid's fault. In either case, there's no denying that the fit is bad.

But still," Ayumi said, "it seems to me that this world has a serious shortage of both logic and kindness." "You may be right," Aomame said, "But it's too late to trade it in for another one.

It's the real world, full of gaps and inconsistencies and anticlimaxes.

Probably." "Again with the probablys." "A world full of probablys," she said.

We all die and disappear, but that's because the mechanism of the world itself is built on destruction and loss.

So what’s wrong if there happens to be one guy in the world who enjoys trying to understand you?