You live by yourself for a stretch of time and you get to staring at different objects. Sometimes you talk to yourself. You take meals in crowded joints. You develop an intimate relationship with your...
I'm all alone, but I'm not lonely.
When I look back at myself at age twenty, what I remember most is being alone and lonely. I had no girlfriend to warm my body or my soul, no friends I could open up to. No clue what I should do every...
Like most novelists, I like to do exactly the opposite of what I'm told. It's in my nature as a novelist. Novelists can't trust anything they haven't seen with their own eyes or touched with their own...
We're on the same wavelength. We're connected that way, even if I'm away from her.
Every single day, each time I see her face, see her, it's utterly precious.
Beyond the edge of the world there’s a space where emptiness and substance neatly overlap, where past and future form a continuous, endless loop. And, hovering about, there are signs no one has ever r...
Even so, there were times I saw freshness and beauty. I could smell the air, and I really loved rock 'n' roll. Tears were warm, and girls were beautiful, like dreams. I liked movie theaters, the darkn...
The ocean was one of the greatest things he had ever seen in his life—bigger and deeper than anything he had imagined. It changed its color and shape and expression according to time and place and wea...
Aunque logres ocultar los recuerdos, o enterrarlos muy hondo, no puedes borrar la Historia. Más vale que se te quede grabado, la Historia no puede borrarse ni alterarse. Porque significaría matarte a...
He would eventually have to pass through the forest, but he felt no fear. Of course - the forest was inside him, he knew, and it made him who he was.
All's well that ends well.''Assuming there's an end somewhere,' Aomame said.Tamaru formed some short creases near his mouth that were faintly reminiscent of a smile. 'There has to be an end somewhere....
What I think is this: You should give up looking for lost cats and start searching for the other half of your shadow.
No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself. It’s like your shadow. It follows you everywhere. -Komura
But like a boat with a twisted rudder, I kept coming back to the same place. I wasn't going anywhere. I was myself, waiting on the shore for me to return. Was that so depressing?Who knows? Maybe that...
I dream, sometimes I think that's the only right thing to do.
The way surviving hard winters makes a tree grows stronger, the growth rings inside it tighter
In the deepening spring of May, I had no choice but to recognize the trembling of my heart. It usually happened as the sun was going down. In the pale evening gloom, when the soft fragrance of magnoli...
Putting it into words will destroy any meaning.
Días después le vinieron a la mente las palabras que debió haber dicho. Por algún motivo, las palabras adecuadas siempre llegan demasiado tarde.