And as the years have passed, the time has grown longer. The sad truth is that what I could recall in five seconds all too needed ten, then thirty, then a full minute - like shadows lengthening at dusk. Someday, I suppose, the shadows will be swallowed up in darkness.
Haruki MurakamiMy arm was not what she needed, but the arm of someone else. My warmth was not what she needed, but the warmth of someone else.
Haruki MurakamiThe faintest gleam of their lost memories glimmered for the briefest moment in their hearts.
Haruki MurakamiEverybody's born with some different thing at the core of their existence. And that thing, whatever it is, becomes like a heat source that runs each person from the inside. I have one too, of course. Like everybody else. But sometimes it gets out of hand. It swells or shrinks inside me, and it shakes me up. What I'd really like to do is find a way to communicate that feeling to another person.
Haruki Murakami