Immer wenn er daran dachte - und das war ziemlich oft -, sank sein Herz an einen lichtlosen, kalten Ort. Author: Haruki Murakami Copy Quote More from Haruki Murakami “No sooner had one season slipped out the door than the next came in by another …” “Everybody burns out in this world; amateur, pro, it doesn't matter, they all bu…” “Unclose your mind. You are not a prisoner. You are a bird in fight, searching t…” “You don't have to judge the whole world by your own standards. Not everybody is…”