Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage

But there are countless things in the world for which affection is not enough. Life is long, and sometimes cruel. Sometimes victims are needed. Someone has to take on that role. And human bodies are fragile, easily damaged. Cut them, and they bleed.

Jealousy—at least as far as he understood it from his dream—was the most hopeless prison in the world. Jealousy was not a place he was forced into by someone else, but a jail in which the inmate entered voluntarily, locked the door, and threw away the key.

the steam that rose from her espresso.

“You were gone, but you were always there,”

had just graduated from the science and engineering department at Waseda University.

I think you’re a good person, and I really like you. Not just as a friend,” Sara said, and paused. “But I think you have—some kind of unresolved emotional issues.”

she agonized over whether or not to order dessert, and finally decided she’d do so

when he was together with more than three people, he did his best to stay invisible.

And I wouldn’t say I have a passion for it, exactly. I just have an interest in one specific thing.”

Though he no longer believed in a perfect community, nor felt the warmth of chemistry between people.