When microorganisms die, they make oil; when huge timbers fall, they make coal. But everything here was pure, unadulterated rubbish that didn't make anything. Where does a busted videodeck get you?
Haruki MurakamiThe faintest gleam of their lost memories glimmered for the briefest moment in their hearts.
Haruki MurakamiIf I'm going to merely ramble, maybe I should just snuggle under the warm covers, think of Miu, and play with myself.
Haruki Murakami