In traveling, a companion, in life, compassion,' she repeats, making sure of it. If she had paper and pencil, it wouldn't surprise me if she wrote it down. So what does that really mean? In simple ter...
I'll never see them again. I know that. And they know that. And knowing this, we say farewell.
I'd made it back to the land of the living. No matter how boring or mediocre a world it might be, this was it.
I may be the type who manages to grab all the pointless things in life but lets the really important things slip away.
I have a million things to talk to you about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.
From the girl who sat before me now...surged a fresh and physical life force. She was like a small animal that has popped into the world with the coming of spring. Her eyes moved like an independent o...
Friends don't need the intervention of a third party. Friendship's a voluntary thing.
Far away a crow caws. The earth slowly keeps on turning. But beyond any of those details there are dreams. And everyone´s living in them.
Death leaves cans of shaving cream half-used.
Can I be honest with you, Mr. Wind-Up Bird? I mean, really, really, really honest? Sometimes I get sooo scared! I’ll wake up in the middle of the night all alone, hundreds of miles away from anybody,...
At any rate, that’s how I started running. Thirty three—that’s how old I was then. Still young enough, though no longer a young man. The age that Jesus Christ died. The age that Scott Fitzgerald start...
And, well, mine are kind of on the heavy side anyway. The first day or two, I don't want to do ANYTHING. Make sure you keep away from me then.'I'd like to, but how can I tell?' I asked.O.K., I'll wear...
A question wells up inside me, a question so big it blocks my throat and makes it hard to breathe. Somehow I swallow it back, finally choosing another.
A person learns how to love himself through the simple acts of loving and being loved by someone else.
Most people in the world don't really use their brains to think. And people who don't think are the ones who don't listen to others.
You have to dream intentionally. Most people dream a dream when they are asleep. But to be a writer, you have to dream while you are awake, intentionally.
Mere humans who root through their refrigerators at three o'clock in the morning can only produce writing that matches what they do. And that includes me.
We never choose anything at all. Things happen. Or not.
They were each like a mirror for the other, reflecting the changes in themselves.
The young man knows that he is irretrievably lost. This is no town of cats, he finally realizes. It is the place where he is meant to be lost. It is another world, which has been prepared especially f...