Each of us possesses a tangible living soul. The system has no such thing. We must not allow the system to exploit us.
Haruki MurakamiEveryone just keeps on disappearing. Some things vanish, like they were cut away. Others fade slowly into the mist. And all that remains is a desert.
Haruki MurakamiA certain something, he felt, had managed to work its way in through a tiny opening and was trying to fill a blank space inside him. The void was not one that she had made. It had always been there inside him. She had merely managed to shine a special light on it.
Haruki Murakami