I closed my eyes and listened carefully for the descendants of Sputnik, even now circling the earth, gravity their only tie to the planet. Lonely metal souls in the unimpeded darkness of space, they meet, pass each other, and part, never to meet again. No words passing between them. No promises to keep.
Haruki MurakamiHundreds of butterflies flitted in and out of sight like short-lived punctuation marks in a stream of consciousness without beginning or end.
Haruki MurakamiI'd be smiling and chatting away, and my mind would be floating around somewhere else, like a balloon with a broken string.
Haruki MurakamiI'm not afraid to die. What I'm afraid of is having reality get the better of me, of having reality leave me behind.
Haruki Murakami