How 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 MurakamiNow and then may not be enoughโฆYou have to enjoy it while youโre still young. enjoy it to the fullest. You can use the memories of what you did to warm your body after you get old and canโt do it anymore.
Haruki Murakami"Dance," said the Sheep Man. "Yougottadance. Aslongasthemusicplays. Yougotta dance. Don'teventhinkwhy. Starttothink, yourfeetstop. Yourfeetstop, wegetstuck. Wegetstuck, you'restuck. Sodon'tpayanymind, nomatterhowdumb. Yougottakeepthestep. Yougottalimberup. Yougottaloosenwhatyoubolteddown. Yougottauseallyougot. Weknowyou're tired, tiredandscared. Happenstoeveryone, okay? Justdon'tletyourfeetstop."
Haruki Murakami