Where the road sloped upward beyond the trees, I sat and looked toward the building where Naoko lived. It was easy to tell which room was hers. All I had to do was find the one window toward the back where a faint light trembled. I focused on that point of light for a long, long time. It made me think of something like the final throb of a soul's dying embers. I wanted to cup my hands over what was left and keep it alive. I went on watching the way Jay Gatsby watched that tiny light on the opposite shore night after night.
Haruki MurakamiPerhaps I'm just too painstaking a type of person, but I can't grasp much of anything without putting down my thoughts in writing.
Haruki MurakamiMost young people were getting jobs in big companies, becoming company men. I wanted to be individual.
Haruki Murakami