She waited for the train to pass. Then she said, "I sometimes think that peopleโs hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows whatโs at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.
Haruki MurakamiAs we go through life we gradually discover who we are, but the more we discover, the more we lose ourselves.
Haruki MurakamiMaybe she thought the garbage and rocks in your head were interesting. But finally, garbage is garbage and rocks are rocks.
Haruki Murakami