This was something sure to be crammed full of warm secrets, like an antique clock built when peace filled the world.
Haruki MurakamiWhen the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths, we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant we'd be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing.
Haruki MurakamiWho can really distinguish between the sea and what's reflected in it? Or tell the difference between the falling rain and loneliness?
Haruki Murakami