swearing..lots of it
(Source: readeveryday)
"Memory is like fiction; or else it’s fiction that’s like memory. This really came home to me once I started writing fiction, that memory seemed a kind of fiction, or vice versa. Either way, no matter how hard you try to put everything neatly into shape, the context wanders this way and that, until finally the context isn’t even there anymore. You’re left with this pile of kittens lolling all over one another. Warm with life, hopelessly unstable. And then to put these things out as saleable items, you call them finished products – at times it’s downright embarrassing just to think of it. Honestly, it can make me blush. And if my face turns that shade, you can be sure everyone’s blushing."
— The Elephant Vanishes (a collection of short stories) - Haruki Murakami
(Source: dark.seventh8th.net)
"Everybody has to grow up.”
“You’re right there. I used to think the years would go by in order, that you get older one year at a time,” said Gotanda, peering into my face. “But it’s not like that. It happens over night."
“You’re right there. I used to think the years would go by in order, that you get older one year at a time,” said Gotanda, peering into my face. “But it’s not like that. It happens over night."
— Dance Dance Dance - Haruki Murakami
(Source: dark.seventh8th.net)
"There in the dim light, staring at the shadow on the ball, I poured out the story of my life. It had been so long, but slowly, like melting ice, I released each circumstance. How I managed to support myself. Yet never managed to go anywhere. Never went anywhere, but aged all the same. How nothing touched me. And I touched nothing. How I’d lost track of what mattered. How I worked like a fool for things that didn’t. How it didn’t make a difference either way. How I was losing form. The tissues hardening, stiffening from within. Terrifying me. How I barely made the connection to this place. This place I didn’t know but had this feeling that I was part of … This place that maybe I knew instinctively I belonged to …"
— Dance Dance Dance - Haruki Murakami
(Source: dark.seventh8th.net)
"I went into a small bar I remembered, and had a few drinks and a bite to eat. The place was dirty, noisy, cheap, and good. The kind of hole-in-the-wall I always look for when I have to eat out alone. Places like this put me at ease, never make me feel lonely. I can talk to myself and nobody listens or cares."
— Dance Dance Dance - Haruki Murakami
(Source: dark.seventh8th.net)
"Though both of us knew there was no place this thing could go. Still, we quietly shared something approaching a pardon from life. I knew days of peace for the first time in ages."
— Dance Dance Dance - Haruki Murakami
(Source: dark.seventh8th.net)
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