Then she took my hand and touched it to the wound beside her eye. I caressed the half-inch scar. As I did so, the waves of her consciousness pulsed through my fingertips and into me - a delicate resonance of longing. Probably someone should take this girl in his arms and hold her tight, I thought. Probably someone other than me. Someone qualified to give her something. "Goodbye, Mr. Wind-Up Bird. See you again sometime.
Haruki MurakamiWhat gave money its true meaning was its dark-night namelessness, its breathtaking interchangeability.
Haruki MurakamiEven chance meetings are the result of karmaโฆ Things in life are fated by our previous lives. That even in the smallest events thereโs no such thing as coincidence.
Haruki Murakami