Have books โhappenedโ to you? Unless your answer to that question is โyes,โ Iโm unsure how to talk to you
Haruki MurakamiHe felt as if his heart had dried up. I needed her he thought. I needed someone like her to fill the void inside me. But I wasnโt able to fill the void inside her. Until the bitter end, the emptiness inside her was hers alone.
Haruki MurakamiThe answer is dreams. Dreaming on and on. Entering the world of dreams and never coming out. Living in dreams for the rest of time.
Haruki MurakamiYou can hide as cleverly as you like, but in the final analysis mimicry is deception, pure and simple. It doesn't solve a thing.
Haruki Murakami