And once the storm is over, you wonโt remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You wonโt even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you wonโt be the same person who walked in. Thatโs what this stormโs all about.
Haruki MurakamiThe sun sliced through the windshield, sealing me in light. I closed my eyes and felt the warmth on my eyelids. Sunlight traveled a long distance to reach this planet; an infinitesimal portion of that sunlight was enough to warm my eyelids. I was moved. That something as insignificant as an eyelid had its place in the workings on the universe, that the cosmic order did not overlook this momentary fact.
Haruki MurakamiMy father belongs to the generation that fought the war in the 1940s. When I was a kid my father told me stories - not so many, but it meant a lot to me. I wanted to know what happened then, to my father's generation. It's a kind of inheritance, the memory of it.
Haruki Murakami