How can the mind be so imperfect?" she says with a smile. I look at my hands. Bathed in the moonlight, they seem like statues, proportioned to no purpose. "It may well be imperfect," I say, "but it leaves traces. And we can follow those traces, like footsteps in the snow." "Where do the lead?" "To oneself," I answer. "That's where the mind is. Without the mind, nothing leads anywhere." I look up. The winter moon is brilliant, over the Town, above the Wall. "Not one thing is your fault," I comfort her.
Haruki MurakamiThere's an essential order you have to follow in everything. It's a way of showing respect, following everything in the correct order.
Haruki MurakamiWhenever she felt like crying, she would instead become angryโat someone else or at herselfโwhich meant that it was rare for her to shed tears.
Haruki Murakami...I've just been feeling insecure since I was 20, and that's all I've been trying to express. Now the entire world is feeling insecure.
Haruki Murakami