Banana Yoshimoto

She was lovely, wonderfully pure. I bet she thought no one knew how easily she cried.

(It occurred to me that I had often thought that in similar situations, in moments of utter desperation. I would like to be known as an action philosopher.) We all believe we can choose our own path from among the many alternatives. But perhaps it's more accurate to say that we make the choice unconsciously. I think I did—but now I knew it, because now I was able to put it into words.

When I’m dead worn out, in a reverie, I often think that when it comes time to die, I want to breathe my last in a kitchen.