My memory remained fixed on the dead rather than the living.
Oshima once used the term hollow men. Well, that’s exactly what I’ve become. There’s a void inside me, a blank that’s slowly expanding, devouring what’s left of who I am. I can hear it happening. I’m totally lost, my identity dying. There’s no direction where I am, no sky, no ground.
I love no one and am loved by no one.
Just a lingering memory.
A perfect silence blanketed the floor like a heavy fog. The.
It’s amazing how completely lonely a person can be.
But I think where a person is born and dies is very important. You can’t choose where you’re born, but where you die you can – to some degree.
People face death while they’re still alive.
Now people can generally be classified into two groups: the mediocre realists and the mediocre dreamers.
I thought about Kizuki. “So you finally made Naoko yours,” I heard myself telling him. Oh, well, she was yours to begin with. Now maybe, she’s where she belongs. But in this world, in this imperfect world of the living, I did the best I could for Naoko.
I always used to think that I’d like to stay 17 or 18 if I could. But not any more. I’m not a teenager any more. I’ve got a sense of responsibility now. I’m not the same person I was when we used to hang out together. I’m 20 now. And I have to pay the price to go on living.
Once upon a time, you dragged a part of me into the world of the dead, and now Naoko has dragged another pat of me into that world.
Is it interesting, to touch a clitoris?′ asked the Commendatore.
Some people call it escapism. But that’s fine by me. I live my life, you live yours. If you’re clear about what you want, then you can live anyway you please. I don’t give a damn what people say. They can be reptile food for all I care.
Without a doubt, this woman has been enveloped by a form of madness, thought Aomame. But she herself is not mad or psychologically ill. No, her mind is rock steady, unshakably cool. That fact is backed up by positive proof. Rather than madness, it’s something that resembles madness. A correct prejudice, perhaps. What she wants now is for me to share her madness or prejudice or whatever it is. With the same coolheadedness that she has. She believes that I am qualified to do that.
He placed this doubt inside a drawer in his mind labeled “Pending” and postponed any further consideration. He had many such drawers inside him, with numerous doubts and questions tucked away.
The salesman called it powder blue, though it reminded me more of a sick person’s pale complexion.
But once the ego is born into this world, it has to shoulder morality. You would do well to remember that.
Until Edison invented the electric light, most of the world was totally covered in darkness. The physical darkness outside and the inner darkness of the soul were mixed together, with no boundary separating the two.
But death was a fact, a serious fact, no matter how you looked at it. Stuck inside this suffocating contradiction, I went on endlessly spinning in circles. Those were strange days, now that I look back at them. In the midst of life, everything revolved around death.