“Sometimes I get real lonely sleeping with you.”
Fuente: A Wild Sheep Chase
“Sometimes I get real lonely sleeping with you.”
Fuente: A Wild Sheep Chase
“Body cells replace themselves every month. Even at this very moment”
Fuente: A Wild Sheep Chase: A Novel (1982), Chapter 25, Transit Completed at Movie Theater, On to The Dolphin Hotel
Contexto: "Body cells replace themselves every month. Even at this very moment," she said, thrusting a skinny back of her hand before my eyes, "most everything you think you know about me is nothing more than memories.”
Fuente: Kafka on the Shore (2002), Chapter 30, Colonel Sanders
Contexto: Listen- God only exists in people's minds. Especially in Japan, God's always been kind of a flexible concept. Look at what happened after the war. Douglas MacArthur ordered the divine emperor to quit being God, and he did, making a speech saying he was just an ordinary person. So after 1946 he wasn't God anymore. That's what Japanese gods are like-they can be tweaked and adjusted. Some American chomping on a cheap pipe gives the order and presto change-o - God's no longer God. A very postmodern kind of thing. If you think God's there, He is. If you don't, He isn't. And if that's what God's like, I wouldn't worry about it.
“People leave strange little memories of themselves behind when they die.”
Fuente: Norwegian Wood
“Everyone may be ordinary, but they're not normal.”
Fuente: Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World
“There's no such thing as perfect writing, just like there's no such thing as perfect despair.”
Fuente: Hear the Wind Sing
“Each person feels pain in his own way, each has his own scars.”
Fuente: Kafka on the Shore
“Something inside me had dropped away, and nothing came in to fill the cavern.”
Fuente: Norwegian Wood
“Whiskey, like a beautiful woman, demands appreciation. You gaze first, then it's time to drink.”
Fuente: Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World
“Don't pointless things have a place, too, in this far-from-perfect world?”
Fuente: Sputnik Sweetheart
“There are ways of dying that don't end in funerals. Types of death you can't smell.”
Fuente: Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman