There are some things that can’t be explained in this life,” Menshiki went on, “and some others that probably shouldn’t be explained. Especially when putting them into words ignores what is most crucial.
None of us are ever finished. Everyone is always a work in progress.
I’m alone inside the world of the story, my favorite feeling in the world.
If you belong to the majority, you can avoid thinking about lots of troubling things.
Compared to the complexity of the universe, this world of ours is like the brain of a worm.
What has gone forward can’t go back to where it came from.
No matter how shallow and dull things might get, this life is worth living.
I wasn’t particularly afraid of death itself. As Shakespeare said, die this year and you don’t have to die the next. All quite simple, if you want to look at it that way. Life’s no piece of cake, mind you, but the recipe’s my own to fool with. Hence I can live with it. But after I’m dead, can’t I just lie in peace? Those Egyptian pharoahs had a point, wanting to shut themselves up inside pyramids.
As if a great creature had grown old without being able to express its feelings. Not that it didn’t know how to express them, but rather it didn’t know what to express.
Every story has a time to be told, I convinced her. Otherwise you’ll be forever a prisoner to the secret inside you.
It’s strange, isn’t it?′ the woman said in a pensive voice. ‘Everything is blowing up around us, but there are still those who care about a broken lock, and others who are dutiful enough to try to fix it... But maybe that’s the way it should be. Maybe working on the little things as dutifully and honestly as we can is how we stay sane when the world is falling apart.
Nature grants its beauty to us all, drawing no line between rich and poor.
In this world, there is no absolute good, no absolute evil,” the man said. “Good and evil are not fixed, stable entities but are continually trading places.
And any anxiety that is to not especially anxious is in the end, an anxiety hardly worth mentioning.
Necessity is an independent concept. It has a different structure from logic, morals, or meaning. Its function lies entirely in the role it plays. What doesn’t play a role shouldn’t exist. What necessity requires does need to exist. That’s what you call dramaturgy.
But as Nietzsche said, ‘The gods furl their flags at boredom.
The world is full of lonely things, but not many could be lonelier than waking up alone in the morning in a love hotel.
You need to come face-to-face with the past, not as some naive, easily wounded boy, but as a grown-up, independent professional. Not to see what you want to see, but what you must see. Otherwise you’ll carry around that baggage for the rest of your life.
To tell you the truth, though, I loved his weak side, too. I loved it as much as I loved his good side. There was absolutely nothing mean or sneaky about him. He was weak: that’s all.
The morning is not my time. Darkness is my friend. A vacuum is my breath. I must be saying goodbye soon.