I am not really sure if it counts as a quote since it is more of a monologue.
" I liked the flowing scenery.
Winter , a city of fluttering snow. I loved running through the shopping district leaving behind new foot prints on side-walks.
Spring , a city of melting snow. I loved scooping up … scooping up the little piles of it that hadn’t melted yet underneath the trees.
Summer , a city that’s forgotten the cold of snow. I loved looking at the city when I would take long walks under the shade of my parasol.
Autumn , a city foretelling the arrival of snow. I loved watching the snowflakes drifting down from the clouds I would catch as many as I could in my hands.
And now it’s winter again, the season of snow. The season where the city and everything in it is covered in white.
How I loved the flowing scenery. But like a river frozen in it’s banks my time had stopped flowing. In this rectangular room , in a time that knows no seasons. I was always , always and forever alone. Over and over again I would see the same scenes in my dreams that I always did and I began to surrender to the never-ending night.
But slowly I feel the dawn is … breaking."