I wasn’t particularly afraid of death itself. As Shakespeare said, die this year and you don’t have to die the next.
We were young, and we had no need for prophecies. Just living was itself an act of prophecy.
This place is too calm, too natural – too complete. I don’t deserve it. At least not yet.
Beyond the window, some kind of small, black thing shot across the sky. A bird, possibly. Or it might have been someone’s soul being blown to the far side of the world.
It’s like the Tibetan Wheel of the Passions. As the wheel turns, the values and feelings on the outer rim rise and fall, shining or sinking into darkness. But true love stays fastened to the axle and doesn’t move.
Waiting for your answer is one of the most painful things I have ever been through. At least let me know whether or not I hurt you.
My arm was not what she needed, but the arm of someone else. My warmth was not what she needed, but the warmth of someone else.
Something in her small eyes caught the sunlight and glistened, like a glacier on the faraway face of a mountain.
I am a flawed human being – a far more flawed human being than you realize.
It’s basically impossible for everybody’s justice to prevail or everybody’s happiness to triumph, so chaos takes over.
It’s good when food tastes good, it’s kind of like proof you’re alive.
All of us are imperfect human beings living in an imperfect world.
Tengo could hardly believe it – that in this frantic, labyrinth-like world, two people’s hearts – a boy’s and a girl’s – could be connected, unchanged, even though they hadn’t seen each other for twenty years.
Genius or fool, you don’t live in the world alone. You can hide underground or you can build a wall around yourself, but somebody’s going to come along and screw up the works.
But if you peeled away the ornamental egos that she had built, there was only an abyss of nothingness and the intense thirst that came with it.
For some reason all the middle-aged women he knew were very efficient.
I am nothing. I’m like someone who’s been thrown into the ocean at night, floating all alone. I reach out, but no one is there. I call out, but no one answers. I have no connection to anything.
Things may look different to you than they did before. I’ve had that experience myself. But don’t let appearances fool you. There’s only one reality.
If you never noticed, it never happened.
Her cry was the saddest sound of orgasm that I had ever heard.