People here (in Tokyo) are always getting angry about the smallest things-because it’s raining, for instance, or because some class has been cancelled, or because their dog took a leak in the wrong place.She was malicious, she was rude, she had a foul mouth, she was selfish, she was horribly spoiled, and to top it all off she was brilliantly sneaky.
…she knew a lot. And of course one has to be fairly intelligent to start with, to think up so many different ways of being mean.
…acting as though she were having fun she managed to keep her suffering down to a minimum.
It’s a marvelous thing, the ocean. For some reason when two people sit together looking out at it, they stop caring whether they talk or stay silent.
He was The Dad Who Came Late.
Life is a performance, I thought. Perhaps the word “illusion” would have meant more or less the same thing, but to me “performance” seemed closer to the truth.
“Maria babe, I can die in the mountains just as well as I can die by the sea.”
“You know, Tsugumi, I get the feeling that you’ve started speaking more like a human being lately,” I said.
“Maybe my time is running out.” Tsugumi laughed.
This world of ours is piled high with farewells and goodbyes of so many different kinds, like the evening sky renewing itself again and again from one instant to the next-and I didn’t want to forget a single one.
The singing of flutes, the waving of the fans, the passing breath of a salty breeze-all this projected itself slowly into the night, flowing on and on like paper lanterns adrift on a river.
…love is a battle, and you can’t ever let your lover see your weaknesses, not even when you arrive at the very end.
Buy the book: Goodbye Tsugumi
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