I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt but I was wrong.
Haruki MurakamiThe library was like a second home. Or maybe more like a real home, more than the place I lived in. By going every day I got to know all the lady librarians who worked there. They knew my name and always said hi. I was painfully shy, though, and could barely reply.
Haruki MurakamiIt's just a feeling I have. What you see with your eyes is not necessarily real. My enemy is, among other things, the me inside me.
Haruki MurakamiMemory 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 seemd 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... Warm with life, hopeless unstable.
Haruki Murakami