“ It's hard not being able to see you, but my life in Tokyo would be a lot worse if it weren't for you. Haruki Murakami
“ No, it's not sick. I wish I could be the one to hold you, though, I said. So hold me. Now. Right here. Haruki Murakami
“ I went on loving him just the same, and I could never be interested in anyone else. Haruki Murakami
“ There was much about him that was fine and beautiful, but he could never find the confidence he needed. Haruki Murakami
“ Here I was, seeing you almost every week, and talking with you, and knowing that the only one in your heart was Kizuki. It hurt. It really hurt. And I think that's why I slept with girls I didn't know… Haruki Murakami
“ I had thought about it so often - too often, to the point where it had distorted my sense of time. Haruki Murakami
“ I look around me sometimes and I get sick to my stomach. Why the hell don't these bastards do something? I wonder. They don't do a damn thing, and then they bitch. Haruki Murakami
“ Too many memories of her were crammed inside of me, and as soon as one of them found the slightest opening, the rest would force their way out in an endless stream, an unstoppable flood. Haruki Murakami
“ Once upon a time, you dragged a part of me into the world of the dead, and now Naoko has dragged another pat of me into that world. Haruki Murakami
“ I have a million things to talk to you about. A million things we have to talk 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 beg… Haruki Murakami
“ He felt a deep urge to put some order in this chaos. Leaning against a large standing-stone by the wayside, he drew out his dreambook and began to write. Alan McCluskey
“ Every time you rip the bandages off, you just open the wound up again. Every time he sees you, it's like tearing off the bandages. Cassandra Clare
“ How am I supposed to believe you when you're obviously carrying a fake monogram Gucci Bag? Madi Brown
“ He sat there studiously bent over his work (Bill saw him), which lay in a slant of crisp white winterlight, his face sober and absorbed, knowing that to be a librarian was to come as close as any huma… Stephen King
