There weren't any curtains in the windows, and the books that didn't fit into the bookshelf lay piled on the floor like a bunch of intellectual refugees.
Haruki MurakamiAnd her sleep was too long and deep for that:so deep that she left her normal reality behind.
Haruki MurakamiTime, of course, topples everyone in its path equally- the way that driver beats his old horse until it dies. But the thrashing we receive is one of frightful gentleness. Few of us even realize that we are being beaten.
Haruki MurakamiIf you listen to the radio for a whole hour there's maybe one decent song. The rest is mass-produced garbage
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