My face, my self, what would they mean to anybody? Just another stiff. So this self of mine passes some other's self on the street - what do we have to say to each other? Hey there! Hi ya!That's about it. Nobody raises a hand. No one turns around to take another look.
Haruki MurakamiSometimes I wonder why I'm a novelist right now. There is no definite career reason why I became a writer. Something happened, and I became a writer. And now I'm a successful writer.
Haruki MurakamiBetween the time the last train leaves and the first train arrives, the place changes: it's not the same as in daytime.
Haruki Murakami