Haruki Murakami

That's the most important thing for a sickness like ours: a sense of trust. If I put myself in this person's hands, I'll be OK. If my condition starts to worsen even the slightest bit - if a screw comes loose - he'll notice straight away, and with tremendous care and patience he'll fix it, he'll tighten the screw again, put all the jumped threads back in place. If we have that sense of trust, our sickness stays away.

What i'm trying to say is this. A certain kind of shittiness, a certain kind of stagnation, a certain kind of darkness, goes on propogating itself by its own power in its own self-contained cycle. And once it passes a certain point, no one can stop it - even if the person himself wants to stop it.

I was a vacant room. Inside, the music produces only a dry, hollow echo.

I've been clinging to this world like a discarded shell of an insect stuck to a branch, about to be blown off forever by a gust of wind.

Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who's in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It's like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven't seen in a long time.

Sometimes we don't need words. Rather, it's words that need us.

Words left their mouths to hang frozen in midair.

But there are certain meanings that are lost forever the moment they are explained in words.

It is not that the meaning cannot be explained. But there are certain meanings that are lost forever the moment they are explained in words.

Tell me something, Mari__o you believe in reincarnation?_ Mari shakes her head. __o, I don__ think so,_ she says. __o you don__ think there__ a life to come?_ __ haven__ thought much about it. But it seems to me there__ no reason to believe in a life after this one._ __o once you__e dead there__ just nothing?___asically.___ell, I think there has to be something like reincarnation. Or maybe I should say I__ scared to think there isn__. I can__ understand nothingness. I can__ understand it and I can__ imagine it._ __othingness means there__ absolutely nothing, so maybe there__ no need to understand it or imagine it._ __eah, but what if nothingness is not like that? What if it__ the kind of thing that demands that you understand it or imagine it? I mean, you don__ know what it__ like to die, Mari. Maybe a person really has to die to understand what it__ like._ __ell, yeah_,_ says Mari. __ get so scared when I start thinking about this stuff,_ Korogi says. __ can hardly breathe, and my whole body wants to shrink into a corner. It__ so much easier to just believe in reincarnation. You might be reborn as something awful, but at least you can imagine what you__ look like__ horse, say, or a snail. And even if it was something bad, you might be luckier next time.

The very thought of such people__ intolerant worldview, their inflated sense of self superiority, and their callous imposition of their own beliefs on others was enough to fill her with rage.

When you say you believe, you allow the possibility of disappointment. And from disappointment or betrayal, there may come despair. Such is the way of the mind.

Everybody has to start somewhere. You have your whole future ahead of you. Perfection doesn't happen right away.

Dreams are things from the past. They aren't from the future. That wasn't you imprisoned there. You imprison your dreams. You understand?Yeah, I'd say. But I wasn't convinced.

Samsa certainly had no idea what lay ahead. He was in the dark about everything: the future, of course, but the present and the past as well . What was right, and what was wrong? Just learning how to dress was a riddle.

You throw a stone into a deep pond. Splash. The sound is big, and it reverberates throughout the surrounding area. What comes out of the pond after that? All we can do is stare at the pond, holding our breath.

With each passing moment I'm becoming part of the past. There is no future for me, just the past steadily accumulating.

At some point the future becomes reality. And then it quickly becomes the past.