The faintest gleam of their lost memories glimmered for the briefest moment in their hearts.
I realize now that the reality of things is not something you convey to people but something you make.
Sheep hurt my father, and through my father, sheep have also hurt me.
Everyone may be ordinary, but they’re not normal.
If I’m going to merely ramble, maybe I should just snuggle under the warm covers, think of Miu, and play with myself.
If they invent a car that runs on stupid jokes, you could go far.
I tell lies sometimes. The last time I lied was a year ago. I absolutely detest lying. You could say that lying and silence are the two greatest sins of present day society. Actually, I lie a lot, and I’m always clamming up.
In dreams you don’t need to make any distinctions between things. Not at all. Boundaries don’t exist. So in dreams there are hardly ever collisions. Even if there are, they don’t hurt. Reality is different. Reality bites. Reality, reality.
Animals that not only move by their own free will and share feelings with people but also possess sight and hearing qualify as deserving of names.
We knew exactly what we wanted in each other. And even so, it ended. One day it stopped, as if the film simply slipped off the reel.
Mediocrity’s like a spot on a shirt – it never comes off.
Not that we were incompatible: we just had nothing to talk about.
I think of myself as more the non-turn-on type. so when I do get turned on, I don’t trust it, I have to investigate the source.
Love can rebuild the world, they say, so everything’s possible when it comes to love.
Time, of course, topples everyone in its path equally- the way that driver beats his old horse until it dies. But the thrashing we receive is one of frightful gentleness. Few of us even realize that we are being beaten.
The unwaking world was as hushed as a deep forest.
This is the extent of his knowledge of the sea: it was very big, it was salty, and fish lived there.
Perhaps most people in the world aren’t trying to be free, Kafka. They just think they are. It’s all an illusion. If they really were set free, most people would be in a real pickle. You’d better remember that. People actually prefer not being free?
Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?
Huge organizations and me don’t get along. They’re too inflexible, waste too much time, and have too many stupid people.