It was a small room with dim light coming in the window, reminiscent of old Polish films.
Haruki MurakamiTime came slowly and passed slowly, so leisurely that at times he could swear it had stealthily doubled back on itself.
Haruki MurakamiI'd be smiling and chatting away, and my mind would be floating around somewhere else, like a balloon with a broken string.
Haruki MurakamiTag: haruki-murakami balloon may-kasahara the-wind-up-bird-chronicle
It's unfair."
As a rule, life is unfair," I said.
Yeah, but I think I did say some awful things."
To Dick?"
Yeah."
I pulled the car over to the shoulder of the road and turned off the ignition. "That's just stupid, that kind of thinking," I said, nailing her with my eyes. "Instead of regretting what you did, you could have treated him decently from the beginning. You could've tried to be fair. But you didn't. You don't even have the right to be sorry.
Tag: death regret unfairness
Sometimes I feel so- I don’t know - lonely. The kind of helpless feeling when everything you’re used to has been ripped away. Like there’s no more gravity, and I’m left to drift in outer space with no idea where I’m going’
Like a little lost Sputnik?’
I guess so.
Tag: loneliness
And everywhere, infinite options, infinite possibilities. An infinity, and at the same time, zero. We try to scoop it all up in our hands, and what we get is a handful of zero. That's the city
Haruki MurakamiYou're you, you see, and nobody else. You are you, right?
Haruki MurakamiTag: kafka-on-the-shore
The pillow smells like the sunlight, a precious smell.
Haruki MurakamiSometimes I get real lonely sleeping with you.
Haruki MurakamiTag: love sex loneliness relationships
My biggest fault is that the faults I was born with grow bigger each year.
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