People fall in love without reason, without even wanting to. You can't predict it. That's love.
Once she called to invite me to a concert of Liszt piano concertos. The soloist was a famous South American pianist. I cleared my schedule and went with her to the concert hall at Ueno Park. The perfo...
Of course, reading novels was just another form of escape. As soon as he closed their pages he had to come back to the real world. But at some point Tengo noticed that returning to reality from the wo...
Nature is actually unnatural
Naoko took her left hand from her pocket and squeezed my hand. 'Don't worry,' she said. 'You'll be O.K. could go running all around here in the middle of the night and you'd fall into the well. And...
Memory is like fiction; or else it's fiction that's like memory.
Listen up - there's no war that will end all wars.
Life: I'll never understand it.
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.
I’ve never once thought about how I was going to die, she said. I can’t think about it. I don’t even know how I’m going to live.
I’m not very good at giving people orderly explanations of things.
It's just a feeling I have. What you see with your eyes is not necessarily real. My enemy is, among other things, the me inside me.
It's a question of attitude. If you really work at something you can do it up to a point. If you really work at being happy you can do it up to a point. But anything more than that you can't. Anything...
If you think God’s there, He is. If you don’t, He isn’t. And if that’s what God’s like, I wouldn’t worry about it.
I'm not so weird to me.
I was feeling lonely without her, but the fact that I could feel lonely at all was consolation. Loneliness wasn't such a bad feeling. It was like the stillness of the pin oak after the little birds ha...
I may not be the most likable person in the world, but I try not to upset people.
I go out on the porch and gaze up at the stars twinkling above, the random scattering of millions of stars. Even in a planetarium you wouldn't find as many. Some of them really look big and distinct,...
He sometimes wondered if she had become involved with him just so that she could cry in someone's arms. Maybe she can't cry alone, and that's why she needs me.
Forgive me for stating the obvious, but the world is made up of all kinds of people.