“Yeah,” Mari says. “But it’s possible for people to draw closer to each other even while they keep a reasonable distance between them.” “Of course it’s possible,” Takahashi says. “But what seems like reasonable distance to one person might feel too far to somebody else.” - Haruki Murakami, After Dark (115)
Mari gave an uncomfortable little shrug. “My sister’s older than me and she is just amazing to look at. As long as I can remember they always compared me to her, like, ‘How can two sisters be so different?’ It’s true: I don’t stand a chance if you compare me to her. I’m little, my boobs are small, my hair’s kinky, my mouth is too big, and I’m...
On her table is a coffee cup. And an ashtray. Next to the ashtray, a navy blue baseball cap with a Boston Red Sox “B.” It might be a little too large for her head. A brown leather shoulder bag rests on the seat next to her. It bulges as if its contents had been thrown in on the spur of the moment. She reaches out at regular intervals and brings the coffee cup to her mouth, but she...
Why do people have to be this lonely? What’s the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness? I turned faceup on the slab of stone, gazed at the sky, and though about all the man-made satellites spinning around the earth. The horizon was...
When we left the restaurant, the sky was a brilliant splash of colors. The kind of air that felt like if you breathed it in, your lungs would be dyed the same shade of blue. - Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (94)
I had no idea what to say. A silence descended on us as sudden as the instant fresh oil is poured into a large frying pan. - Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (52)