The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.
Haruki MurakamiPeople have their own reasons for dying. It might look simple, but it never is. It's just like a rock. What's above ground is only a small part of it. But if you start pulling, it keeps coming and coming. The human mind dwells deep in darkness. Only the person himself knows the real reason, and maybe not even then.
Haruki Murakami