Itโs precisely because of the pain, the we can get the feeling, through this process, of really being aliveโor at least a partial sense of it.
Haruki MurakamiHow many Sundays - how many hundreds of Sundays like this - lay ahead of me? โQuiet, peaceful, and lonely,โ I said aloud to myself. On Sundays, I didn't wind my spring.
Haruki MurakamiWhen people tell a lie about something, they have to make up a bunch of lies to go with the first one. โMythomaniaโ is the word for it.
Haruki Murakami