"I'm alone inside the world of the story, my favorite feeling in the world."
- Haruki Murakami
"But thing in the past are like plate that’s shattered to pieces. You can never put it back together like it was, right?"
"He felt as if his heart had dried up. I needed her he thought. I needed someone like her to fill the void inside me. But I wasn’t able to fill the void inside her. Until the bitter end, the emptiness ..."
"A question wells up inside me, a question so big it blocks my throat and makes it hard to breathe. Somehow I swallow it back, finally choosing another. "Are memories such an important thing?""It depen..."
"A dense, artistic kind of imperfection stimulates your consciousness, keeps you alert. If I listen to some utterly perfect performance of an utterly perfect piece while I'm driving, I might want to cl..."