Haruki Murakami

The real world is in a much darker and deeper place than this, and most of it is occupied by jellyfish and things. We just happen to to forget all that. Don't you agree? Two-thirds of earth's surface is ocean, and all we can see with the naked eye is the surface: the skin.

...somewhere, on some subterranean level, her darkness and his may have connected.

Love can rebuild the world, they say, so everything's possible when it comes to love.

Beautiful day out there,_ I said, perching on the stool and crossing my legs. __t__ autumn, Sunday, great weather, and crowded everywhere you go. Relaxing indoors like this is the best thing you can do on such a nice day. It__ exhausting to get into those crowds. And the air is bad. I mostly do laundry on Sundays__ash the stuff in the morning, hang it out on the roof of my dorm, take it in before the sun goes down, do a good job of ironing it. I don__ mind ironing at all. There__ a special satisfaction in making wrinkled things smooth. And I__ pretty good at it, too. Of course, I was lousy at it at first. I put creases in everything. After a month of practice, though, I knew what I was doing. So Sunday is my day for laundry and ironing. I couldn__ do it today, of course. Too bad: wasted a perfect laundry day.

everything in the world has its reasons for doing what it does. The wind has its reasons. We just don't notice as we go about our lives. But then, at some point, we are made to notice. The wind envelops you with a certain purpose in mind, and it rocks you. The wind knows everything that's inside you. And not just the wind. Everything, including a stone. They all know us very well. From top to bottom. It only occurs to us at certain times. And all we can do is go with those things. As we take them in, we survive, and deepen.

What happens when people open their hearts?""They get better.

With my eyes closed, I would touch a familiar book and draw its fragrance deep inside me. This was enough to make me happy.

I'm safe inside this container called me.

My father always told me: 'Give somebody a hand and he'll take an arm.

Okay, let__ put it this way. I would like to sleep with you. But it__ alright if I don__ sleep with you. What I__ saying is I__ like to be as fair as possible. I don__ want to force anything on anybody, any more than I__ want anything forced on me. It__ enough that I feel your presence or see your commas swirling around me.

If I stayed here, something inside me would be lost forever__omething I couldn't afford to lose. It was like a vague dream, a burning, unfulfilled desire. The kind of dream people have only when they're seventeen.

There are three reasons I failed. Not enough training. Not enough training. And not enough training.

All's well that ends well.''Assuming there's an end somewhere,' Aomame said.Tamaru formed some short creases near his mouth that were faintly reminiscent of a smile. 'There has to be an end somewhere. It's just that nothing's labeled "This is the end." Is the top rung of a ladder labeled "This is the last rung. Please don't step higher than this'?"Aomame shook her head.'It's the same thing,' Tamaru said.Aomame said, 'If you use common sense and keep your eyes open, it becomes clear enough where the end is.'Tamaru nodded. 'And even if it doesn't' -- he made a falling gesture with his finger -- 'the end is right there.

Her words didn__ have the acrid smell of death.

It's not so easy for people to end their own lives. It's not like in the movies. There, they do it like nothing, no pain, and it's all over, they're dead. The reality is not like that. You lie in bed for ten years with the piss oozing out of you.

I'm going to live to be twenty-five,' she said, 'then die.

I am living in hell from one day to the next. But there is nothing I can do to escape. I don't know where I would go if I did. I feel utterly powerless, and that feeling is my prision. I entered of my own free will, I locked the door, and I threw away the key.

suffering is a misunderstood pain