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Haruki Murakami

Dance Dance Dance

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  • b8355611043цитирапреди 3 години
    then pointed the car out into the snow-swept no-man's-land
  • b8355611043цитирапреди 3 години
    I felt like we were practicing a Beginning English language drill
  • b8355611043цитирапреди 3 години
    It seemed unreasonable, unfair, that a woman so young and beautiful should be so exhausted. Of course, it was neither unreasonable nor unfair. Exhaustion pays no mind to age or beauty. Like rain and earthquakes and hail and floods
  • b8355611043цитирапреди 3 години
    Exhaustion pays no mind to age or beauty. Like rain and earthquakes and hail and floods
  • b8355611043цитирапреди 3 години
    You live by yourself for a stretch of time and you get to staring at different objects. Sometimes you talk to yourself. You take meals in crowded joints. You develop an intimate relationship with your used Subaru. You slowly but surely become a has-been
  • b8355611043цитирапреди 3 години
    It wasn't that I stubbornly resisted information, I simply had no desire to know anything. Even so, I knew things were happening. The world didn't stop. I could feel it in my skin, even sitting alone in my apartment. Though little did it compel me to show interest. It was like a silent breath of air, breezing past me
  • nonцитирапреди 4 години
    People have their own reasons for dying. It might look simple, but it never is. It’s just like a root. What’s above ground is only a small part of it. But if you start pulling, it keeps coming and coming. The human mind dwells deep in darkness. Only the person himself knows the real reason, and maybe not even then.”
  • nonцитирапреди 4 години
    Things can work out. And if they don't, well, you can deal with that when the time comes. Get a little older, you'll fall in love. You'll buy brassieres. The whole way you look at the world will change
  • nonцитирапреди 4 години
    Like if you love somebody, the love is always shifting or wavering. It's always questioning or inflating or disappear­ing or denying or hurting. And the thing is, you can't do anything about it, you can't control it.
  • nonцитирапреди 4 години
    Well now, I thought, what do I do today?

    As usual, there wasn't anything to do.
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