Haruki Murakami

For a while" is a phrase whose length can't be measured.At least by the person who's waiting.

Only the Dead stay seventeen forever.

Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.

Time weighs down on you like an old, ambiguous dream. You keep on moving, trying to sleep through it. But even if you go to the ends of the earth, you won't be able to escape it. Still, you have to go there- to the edge of the world. There's something you can't do unless you get there.

So I made up my mind I was going to find someone who would love me unconditionally three hundred and sixty-five days a year.
Watanabe: Wow, and did your search pay off?
M: That's the hard part. I guess I've been waiting so long I'm looking for perfection. That makes it tough.

With luck, it might even snow for us.