Itโs a marvelous thing, the ocean. For some reason when two people sit together looking out at it, they stop caring whether they talk or stay silent. You never get tired of watching it. And no matter how rough the waves get, youโre never bothered by the noise the water makes by the commotion of the surface - it never seems too loud, or too wild.
Banana YoshimotoIt didn't matter whether he was nearby or far away. His image would drift up into your mind just when you least expected it, shocking you, making your chest pound. Making your heart ache.
Banana YoshimotoI held the feeling in my heart; the urge to discuss it died out. There was all the time in the world. In the endless repetition of other nights, other mornings, this moment, too, might become a dream.
Banana YoshimotoI should have told her at the time. I could have taken a deep breath, looked away, and forced myself to say it.
Banana YoshimotoThe place I like best in this world is the kitchen. No matter where it is, no matter what kind, if itโs a kitchen, if itโs a place where they make food, itโs fine with me. Ideally it should be well broken in. Lots of tea towels, dry and immaculate. Where tile catching the light (ting! Ting!)โ (p. 3).
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