December 2011
14 posts
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He inherited from his mother’s stories the fundamental style he used,...
– The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
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What I saw wasn’t a ghost. It was simply myself. I can never forget how...
– Mirror
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I’m kind of a low-key guy. The spotlight doesn’t suit me. I’m...
– After Dark
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The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and...
– Dance Dance Dance
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The pure present is an ungraspable advance of the past devouring the future. In...
– Kafka on the Shore
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Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You...
– Kafka on the Shore
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When I write about a 15-year old, I jump, I return to the days when I was that...
– Haruki Murakami
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Nothing could come between her and her faith in literature.
– Sputnik Sweetheart
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She was so young and beautiful, I felt overwhelmed to the point where I saw...
– Norwegian Wood (via daua)