El conocimiento de la verdad no alivia la tristeza que sentimos al perder a un ser querido. Ni la verdad, ni la sinceridad, ni la fuerza, ni el cariño son capaces de curar esa tristeza. Lo único que p...
It's a quiet place, so people talk quietly, said Naoko. She made a neat pile of fish bones at the edge of her plate and dabbed at her mouth with a handkerchief. There's no need to raise your voice her...
She was a keen observer, a precise user of language, sharp-tongued and funny. She could stir your emotions. Yes, really, that's what she was so good at - stirring people's emotions, moving you. And sh...
Where I went in my travels, it's impossible for me to recall. I remember the sights and sounds and smells clearly enough, but the names of the towns are gone, as well as any sense of the order in whic...
I do need that time, though, for Naoko's face to appear. And as the years have passed, the time has grown longer. The sad truth is that what I could recall in five seconds all too needed ten, then thi...
I wonder what ants do on rainy days?
Where the road sloped upward beyond the trees, I sat and looked toward the building where Naoko lived. It was easy to tell which room was hers. All I had to do was find the one window toward the back...
When it's raining like this, said Naoko, it feels as if we're the only ones in the world. I wish it would just keep raining so the three of us could stay together.
Her cry was the saddest sound of orgasm that I had ever heard.
The truth is #9dream is a descendant of Norwegian Wood. Both are ghost stories. She in Norwegian Wood curses you with loneliness. The Two spirits dancing so strange in #9dream bless you with harmony....
We couldn't bear to be apart. So if Kizuki had lived, I'm sure we would have been together, loving each other, and gradually growing unhappy.Unhappy? Why's that?With her fingers, Naoko combed her hair...
What makes us the most normal, said Reiko, is knowing that we're not normal.
I wrote a huge number of letters that spring: one a week to Naoko, several to Reiko, and several more to Midori. I wrote letters in the classroom, I wrote letters at my desk at home with Seagull in my...
What a terrible thing it is to wound someone you really care for and to do it so unconsciously.
She was the kind of person who took care of things by herself. She’d never ask anybody for advice or help. It wasn’t a matter of pride, I think. She just did what seemed natural to her.
Naoko stayed frozen in place, like a small nocturnal animal that has been lured out by the moonlight. The direction of the glow exaggerated the silhouette of her lips. Seeming utterly fragile and vuln...
So I'm not crazy after all! I thought it looked good myself once I cut it all off. Not one guy likes it, though. They all tell me I look like a first grader or a concentration camp survivor. What's th...
Count your blessings
Hey, what is it with you? Why are you so spaced out? You still haven't answered me.I probably still haven't completely adapted to the world, I said after giving it some thought. I don't know, I feel l...
He wasn't so bad when the two of us came to see you, though. He was just his usual self.Because you were there, said Naoko. He was always like that around you. He struggled to keep his weaknesses hidd...
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