No matter how quiet and conformist a person’s life seems, there’s always a time in the past when they reached an impasse. A time when they went a little crazy. I guess people need that sort of stage in their lives.
The book didn’t come to any conclusion, and nobody wants to read a book that doesn’t have one. For me, though, having no conclusion seemed perfectly fine.
And now I’m really, really, really tired and I want to fall asleep listening to someone tell me how much they like me and how pretty I am and stuff. That’s all I want. And when I wake up, I’ll be full of energy and I’ll never make these kinds of selfish demands again. I swear. I’ll be a good girl.
Then, all but instinctively, I took her in my arms. Pressed against me, her whole body trembling, she continued to cry without a sound.
But utopias don’t exist, of course, anywhere in any world. Like alchemy or perpetual motion.
I don’t know much about the world, but I do know one thing for sure. If I’m pessimistic, then the adults in this world who are not pessimistic are a bunch of idiots.
She came to her own private conclusion, which she tucked away in a drawer, and silently went back to her meal.
Humans by necessity must have a midway point between their desires and their pride. Just as all objects must have a center of gravity. This is something we can pinpoint. Only when it is gone do people realize it even existed.
The music world is where child prodigies go to die.
Good question, but no answer. Good questions never have answers.
The Earth slowly keeps on turning. But beyond any of those details of the real, there are dreams. And everyone’s living in them.
You are a major dimwit. Is your brain made out of jello, you spineless twit? A leaf? What do you think I am, one of those magical raccoons? I’m a concept, get it? Con-cept! Concepts and raccoons aren’t exactly the same, now are they? What a dumb thing to say...
I think it was the right move, but if I can be allowed a mediocre generalization, don’t pointless things have a place, too, in this far-from-perfect world? Remove everything pointless from an imperfect life, and it’d lose even its imperfection.
Lumea nu este decat o lupta nesfarsita intre amintirile unor tabere opuse.
From his shoulder on down, the Rat felt the supple weight of her body. An odd sensation, that weight. This being that could love a man, bear children, grow old, and die; to think one whole existence was in this weight.
I add things, cross them off, then add a whole other bunch and cross them off, too.
Selama punya sikap untuk mau belajar dari berbagai hal, maka tiap bertambah usia tentu tidak begitu terasa menyakitkan.
Don’t you see any contradiction between being a Christian and being the chauffeur for a major right-wing figure?
When I finished bathing after dinner, Kumiko was sitting in the living room with the lights out. Hunched down in the dark with her gray shirt on, she looked like a piece of luggage that had been left in the wrong place.
Being all alone is like the feeling you get when you stand at the mouth of a large river on a rainy evening and watch the water flow into the sea. Have you ever done that? Stand at the mouth of a large river and watch the water flow into the sea?