Kino was usually careful to keep his distance from any sort of entanglement. Among human emotions, nothing was worse than jealousy and pride, and Kino had had a number of awful experiences because of one or the other. It struck him at times that there was something about him that stirred up the dark side in other people.
Sad hotels existed everywhere, to be sure, but the Dolphin was in a class of its own. The Dolphin Hotel was conceptually sorry. The Dolphin Hotel was tragic.
Actually getting closer to a metaphorical truth? Or metaphorically getting closer to an actual truth?
Since living meant accumulating sin, I thought dying would be much better for the world. These.
Low patches of clouds hung over the surrounding mountains. When the wind blew, these cloud fragments, like some wandering spirits from the past, drifted uncertainly along the surface of the mountains, as if in search of lost memories.
There is no one in this world who can’t be replaced. A person might have enormous knowledge or abilities, but a successor can almost always be found.
Nakata never went into these conversations with cats expecting to be able to easily communicate everything. You have to anticipate a few problems when cats and humans try to speak to each other.
That meadow scene is the first thing that comes back to me. The smell of grass, the faint chill of the wind, the line of the hills, the barking of a dog: these are the first things, and they come with absolute clarity. I feel as if I can reach out and trace them with a fingertip. And yet, as clear as the scene may be, no one is in it.
Everyone is the same. The sooner you realize that, the sooner you’ll want to get stronger.
Without those peak experiences our lives would be pretty dull and flat. Berlioz put it this way: A life without once reading Hamlet is like a life spent in a coal mine.
That’s what the mind is. Without the mind, nothing leads anywhere.
Had the advancement of medicine, then, done nothing more than to expose, subdivide, and further complicate the problems faced by the human species?
The early autumn sun glinted on the water, an enormous mirror ground to powder and scattered.
Mariye nodded. “I like things I can see as much as things I can’t,” she said.
She tried to think about what lay ahead, but soon gave up. ‘Words turn into stone,’ Nimit had told her. She settled deep into her seat and closed her eyes. All at once the image came to her of the sky she had seen while swimming on her back. And Erroll Garner’s ‘I’ll Remember April.’ Let me sleep, she thought. Just let me sleep. And wait for the dream to come.
Samsa sat there for a long time with his eyes closed. Then, making up his mind, he stood, grabbed his black walking stick, and headed for the stairs. He would return to the second floor and figure out the proper way to dress. For now, at least, that would be his mission. The world was waiting for him to learn.
The term “spirit projection” sprang to mind. Are you familiar with it? Japanese folk tales are full of this sort of thing, where the soul temporarily leaves the body and goes off a great distance to take care of some vital task and then returns to reunite with the body.
Procuring a good sofa, on the other hand, requires style and experience and philosophy. It takes money, yes, but you also need a vision of the superior sofa. That sofa among sofas.
You’ve got to spend your money for the things that money can buy, not worry about profit or loss. Save your energy for the things that money can’t buy.
Though no one else noticed this, he thought his shadow on the ground was paler, lighter, than that of other people.