I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. But it was not until much later that I was able to get any real sleep. In a place far away from anyone or anywhere, I drifted off for a moment.
Humans are immortal in their thought. Though strictly speakin’, not immortal, but endlessly, asymptotically close to immortal. That’s eternal life.
How many Sundays – how many hundreds of Sundays like this – lay ahead of me? Quiet, peaceful and lonely, I said aloud to myself. On Sundays i didn't wind my spring.
How can those who live in the light of day possibly comprehend the depths of night?
How about Proust's In Search of Lost Time? Tamaru asked. If you've never read it this would be a good opportunity to read the whole thing. Have you read it?No, I haven't been in jail, or had to hide o...
Her voice was like a line from an old black-and-white Jean-Luc Godard movie, filtering in just beyond the frame of my consciousness.
Has the dark shadow really disappeared?Or is it inside me, concealed, waiting for its chance to reappear?Like a clever thief hidden inside a house, breathing quietly, waiting until everyone’s asleep....
Good question, but no answer. Good questions never have answers.
Genius or fool, you don't live in the world alone. You can hide underground or you can build a wall around yourself, but somebody's going to come along and screw up the works.
From my own experience, when someone is trying very hard to get something, they don't. And when they're running away from something as hard as they can, it usually catches up with them. I'm generalizi...
Far away, I could hear them lapping up my brains. Like Macbeth's witches, the three lithe cats surrounded my broken head, slurping up that thick soup inside. The tips of their rough tongues licked the...
Everyone, deep in their hearts, is waiting for the end of the world to come.
Everyone who has something is afraid of losing it, and people with nothing are worried they'll forever have nothing. Everyone is the same.
Even if you managed to escape from one cage, weren't you just in another, larger one?
Even if we could turn back, we'd probably never end up where we started.
Even castles in the sky can do with a fresh coat of paint.
En ese momento, por fin lo captó. En lo más profundo de sí mismo,Tsukuru Tazaki lo comprendió: los corazones humanos no se unen sólo mediante la armonía. Se unen, mas bien, herida con herida. Dolor co...
Emotional hurt is the price a person has to pay in order to be independent.
Dreams come from the past, not from the future. Dreams shouldn't control you--you should control them.
Does G get angry because it follows F in the alphabet? Does page 68 in a book start a revolution because it follows 67?