No one in my family, not one of my friends or classmates realized that I was going through life asleep. It was literally true: I was going through life asleep. My body had no more feeling than a drow...
My life is like a trunk stuffed with dirty laundry. It contains more than enough material to drive any one human being to mental aberration - maybe two or three people's worth? My sex life alone would...
My arm was not the one she needed, but the arm of someone else. My warmth was not what she needed, but the warmth of someone else. I felt almost guilty being me.
Memory is so crazy! It's like we've got these drawers crammed with tons of useless stuff. Meanwhile, all the really important things we just keep forgetting, one after the other.
Maybe I am fated to always be alone, Tsukuru found himself thinking. People came to him, but in the end they always left. They came, seeking something, but either they couldn’t find it, or were unhapp...
Love with complications. Scenery was the last thing on my mind.
Like dry ground welcoming the rain, he let the solitude, silence, and loneliness soak in.
Like a Chinese box, the world of the novel contained smaller worlds, and inside those were yet smaller worlds. Together, these worlds made up a single universe, and the universe waited there in the bo...
Latter-day capitalism. Like it or not, it's the society we live in. Even the standard of right and wrong has been subdi-vided, made sophisticated. Within good, there's fashionable good and unfash-iona...
Knowledge and ability were tools, not things to show off.
I’m the kind of person who likes to be by himself. To put a finer point on it, I’m the type of person who doesn’t find it painful to be alone. I find spending an hour or two every day running alone, n...
I’m just kinda tired. Like a monkey in the rain.
It’s pretty thin, the wall separating healthy confidence and unhealthy Pride.
It’s a waste of time to think about things you can’t know, and things you can’t confirm even if you know them.
It's the real world, full of gaps and inconsistencies and anticlimaxes.
It's my motto for life. 'Walk slowly; drink lots of water.
It was spring break, so the theater was always packed with high schools students. It was an animal house. I wanted to burn the place down.
It was as if - this something I thought of only later, of course - she was gently peeling back one layer after another that covered a person's heart, a very sensual feeling.
It seems to me, though, that you always understand very well what I can't say very well. Trouble is I end up being even worse at saying things well.
It just happens to be the way that I'm made. I have to write things down to feel I fully comprehend them.