It’s as though something happened to make me think that things happened that never really happened at all.
The thing is you’re looking for something two-dimensional and not quite real. It never lasts. But you can’t expect something unreal to last anyway, can you?
Most people, though, only see the surface reality of writing and think of writers as involved in quiet, intellectual work done in their study. If you have the strength to lift a coffee cup, they figure, you can write a novel. But once you try your hand at it, you soon find that it isn’t as peaceful a job as it seems.
For her, loneliness is something you have others remove for you. And once it’s gone, everything’s okay. Doesn’t go any further. I can’t live that way.
WITH the approach of autumn, a layer of long golden fur grows over their bodies. Golden in the purest sense of the word, with not the least intrusion of another hue. Theirs is a gold that comes into this world as gold and exists in this world as gold. Poised between all heaven and earth, they stand steeped in gold.
I am so tired. I feel myself drifting, away, a little by little. I am overcome by the sensation that I am crumbling, parts of my being drifting away.
Bringing my face close to the glass, I looked out at the wide expanse of ocean. The horizon seemed to be pushing up against the sky. I followed the line where the sky met the water from end to end. No human being could draw a line so beautiful, whatever ruler they might use.
She’s right – I do know the answer. But neither one of us can put it into words. Putting it into words will destroy any meaning.
There are some things, he concluded, that can only be expressed through a woman’s form.
My life ended when I was 20. Since then it’s been merely a series of endless reminiscences, a dark, winding corridor leading nowhere. Nevertheless, I had to live it, surviving each empty day, seeing each day off still empty.
The spring on a wound watch gets steadily looser, the torque grows closer and closer to zero, until he gears stop altogether and the hands come to rest at a set position. Silence descends. Isn’t that all it is?
Metaphysics is never more than semantic pleasantries anyway.
I don’t like CDs,” he replies. “Why not?” “They’re too shiny.” Kaoru.
In truly deep darkness, all kinds of strange things were possible.
People have lost track of me before.
It’s a thrill to look at the clear night sky and discover a new star before anybody else sees it.
They say a name expresses the thing it stands for, but I wonder if it isn’t the other way around – the thing gets more and more like its name.
He is considering aspects of the interrelationship of thought and action. Is action merely the incidental product of thought, or is thought the consequential product of action?
Pain is invisible, and known only to the sufferer.
The greatest surprise in life is old age’?