She and Her Cat

No human is always strong, but no human is weak forever, either.

I love her face when she smiles. But it could be that her smile is a lie that she uses to hide her clenched teeth. I don't understand why she cried. I can't even say, "You'll be all right." But I will always be by your side. After all, I am your cat.

I don’t fear death. It’s no different from sleeping — it’s like we practice dying every night.

it's your life, and you have to make sure you keep enough of it for yourself

I believed things like happiness and misfortune depended on how you saw things

we can't remember everything, only the parts that are truly important

I couldn’t do anything about her problems. I just lived my days at her side.

I love her face when she smiles. But it could be that her smile is a lie that she uses to hide her clenched teeth, I don't understand why she cried. I can't even say, "You'll be alright." But I will always be by your side. After all, I am your cat.

Her, enveloped in the smell of the snow, and her cold fingertips, and the sound of the black clouds drifting through the sky so high above, and her heart, and my feelings, and our apartment. . . The snow soaks up every sound. Only the sounds of the train she rides reach my pricked-up ears. I . . . and probably she, too . . . like this world, I think.

I'm not going to die. I'm going to become eternity.

My ears pricked up as her train passed by. The sound of a beating heart that made the world go round. This one unchanging pulse in the ever-changing world was a source of comfort to me. I couldn't do anything about her problems. I just lived my days at her side.

humans are really frightened of death [...] not just of their own

And then after that long, long phone call, she wept.

When she came home, she smelled the way I like. But . . . her face seemed sadder than when she left.

I don't fear death. It's no different from sleeping - it's like we practice dying every night.

don't forget what you wish for. if you hold it in your heart, it will some day be granted, even if i'm not here

paradise was the place where you didn't have to work for food, and could live happily in peace without having to fight

it's not so much a matter of developing talent as not losing it [...] all the talent and power and resources people may possess will not remain with them for ever

The only one waiting at home for me is my cat!

Certainly, I felt more comfortable working with documents than with people. I was not a good communicator and would find myself running out of things to say almost immediately.

it took an incredibly long time for stars to keep forming and dying, and more elements were made inside the shrinking stars

She's always ready with a kind smile for me. But . . . sometimes, that can be intensely frustrating.