Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 —
With facts what’s important is their weight and accuracy. Warmth is secondary.
With facts what’s important is their weight and accuracy. Warmth is secondary.
In Relativity, Matter tells Space how to curve, and Space tells Matter how to move.
Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. It’s splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world.
One heart is not connected to another through harmony alone. They are, instead, linked deeply through their wounds. Pain linked to pain, fragility to fragility. There is no silence without a cry of grief, no forgiveness without bloodshed, no acceptance without a passage through acute loss. That is what lies at the root of true harmony.
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall
I go to loud places to search for someone to be quiet with
The past reflects eternally between two mirrors—the bright mirror of words and deeds, and the dark one, full of things we didn’t do or say.
I am reminded how close I am to an alternate world in which I am happy, a world that occupies the same space as this one but is somehow distinct from it. And while that better world may be difficult to find, it is as close to me as the air in front of my face.
If it takes a village to raise a child it takes a village to abuse them
These shifting and confused gusts of memory never lasted for more than a few seconds