Listen to this, Nimit. Follow Coleman Hawkins' improvised lines very carefully. He is using them to tell us something. Pay very close attention. He is telling us the story of the free spirit that is doing everything it can to escape from within him. That same kind of spirit is inside me, inside you. There-you can hear it, I'm sure: the hot breath, the shivering heart. (Thailand)
Haruki MurakamiI generally concentrate on work for three or four hours every morning. I sit at my desk and focus totally on what Iโm writing. I donโt see anything else, I donโt think about anything else.
Haruki MurakamiFar away, I could hear them lapping up my brains. Like Macbeth's witches, the three lithe cats surrounded my broken head, slurping up that thick soup inside. The tips of their rough tongues licked the soft folds of my mind. And with each lick my consciousness flickered like a flame and faded away.
Haruki Murakami..finally he was just another ant, working and working until he died without meaning.
Haruki Murakami