A deserted library in the morning - there's something about it that really gets to me. All possible words and ideas are there, resting peacefully.
Haruki MurakamiThen when dusk began to settle he would retrace his steps, back to his own world. And on the way home, a loneliness would always claim his heart. He could never quite get a grip on what it was. It just seemed that whatever lay waiting "out there" was all too vast, too overwhelming for him to possibly ever make a dent in.
Haruki MurakamiI'd be smiling and chatting away, and my mind would be floating around somewhere else, like a balloon with a broken string.
Haruki Murakami