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Haruki Murakami

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  • Sara Owaidahhar citeretfor 2 år siden
    From a distance, most things look beautiful.
  • Sara Owaidahhar citeretfor 2 år siden
    Generally speaking, whether something is logical or isn’t, what’s meaningful about it are the effects. Effects are there for anyone to see, and can have a real influence. But pinpointing the cause that produced the effect isn’t easy. It’s even harder to show people something concrete that caused it, in a “Look, see?” kind of way. Of course there is a cause somewhere. Can’t be an effect without a cause. You can’t make an omelet without breaking some eggs. Like falling dominoes, one domino (cause) knocks over the adjacent domino (cause), which then knocks over the domino (cause) next to it. As this sequence continues on and on, you no longer know what was the original cause. Maybe it doesn’t matter. Or people don’t care to know. And the story comes down to “What happened was, a lot of dominoes fell over.” The story I’ll be telling here may very well follow a similar route.
  • b2893721549har citeretfor 2 år siden
    fuketsu, the larger ones that were big enough for people to go into, and kaza-ana, the smaller ones that people couldn’t enter. Both terms were alternate readings of the same Chinese characters meaning “wind” and “hole.”
  • ♡emma♡har citeretfor 2 år siden
    That soundless rain will fall forever in my heart
  • ♡emma♡har citeretfor 2 år siden
    “Perhaps nothing can be certain in this world,” I said. “But at least we can believe in something.”
  • ♡emma♡har citeretfor 2 år siden
    “Do you have the key?” Menshiki asked.

    “It’s under the potted plant to the right of the front door. Probably.” The “probably” was necessary. Nothing in this world could be stated with absolute certainty
  • ♡emma♡har citeretfor 2 år siden
    I dragged out my bag of memories and began flipping through them, as if counting a stack of gold coins: the black cat that had been our pet; my old Peugeot 205; Menshiki’s white mansion; the record Der Rosenkavalier; the plastic penguin.
  • ♡emma♡har citeretfor 2 år siden
    It should be obvious, but the best metaphors make the best poems
  • ♡emma♡har citeretfor 2 år siden
    The world is full of lonely things, but not many could be lonelier than waking up alone in the morning in a love hotel
  • ♡emma♡har citeretfor 2 år siden
    You can have all the desire and ache inside you want, but what you really need is a concrete starting point
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