Will You Wait For Me Forever?

Perhaps I'm Just Too Painstaking A Type Of Person, But I Can't Grasp Much Of Anything Without Putting Down My Thoughts In Writing.

In The Spring Of Her Twenty-second Year, Sumire Fell In Love For The First Time In Her Life.

The Problem Was, I Think, That The Places I Fit In Were Always Falling Behind The Rimes.

Don't You Think It Would Be Wonderful To Get Rid Of Everything And Everybody And Just Go Some Place Where You Don't Know A Soul?

As Long As An Individual's Alive, He Will Undergo Experience In Some Form Or Other, And Those Experiences Are Stored Up Instant By Instant. To Stop Experiencin' Is To Die.