He's a whole lot better than we ever imagined. I am surprised that he wasn't just shattered.

It really makes me feel good as a sister who can't be up there, that he has really good friends.

John is one of these guys that if a nuclear bomb hits, it will be John and cockroaches left as the only survivors.

The first time I talked to him I thought he wasn't going to live.

Mori smiled properly. The lines around his eyes were deeper than usual now. They made him look like an old photograph of a young man, often crushed, but ironed carefully so that only the ghosts of the marks remained.

Being solitary isn't a disease that needs a cure.