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“but I almost surely could never find anything to take the place of what we are sharing here and now. You are you and only you. I’m very grateful for that. More grateful than I can say.”
You suppress your presence as a human being, stay very still, and convince yourself that you are a tree or grass or a flower.
Hundreds of butterflies flitted in and out of sight like short-lived punctuation marks in a stream of consciousness without beginning or end.
She preferred coffee as hot and strong as a devil at midnight,
‘Due to heavenly dispensation.’
After a tough job where your life is on the line, what you need is the warm, quiet encouragement that accompanies the touch of human flesh.
For Tengo, Sunday was like a misshapen moon that showed only its dark side.
Before long he realized that he didn’t belong to any groups. He was always alone.
They knew enough to realize that “paradise” was not to be found anywhere.
If a life was to be measured by the color and variety of its episodes, his father’s life could be said to have been rich in its own way, perhaps.
His mind floated in the amniotic fluid of memory, listening for echoes of the past.
The Chuo Line stretched on and on straight westward, as if following a line drawn on the map with a ruler.
Fuka-Eri turned toward Tengo and looked at him for a moment as if observing the flow of a distant cloud or considering how best to deal with a slow-learning dog.
No one split with confusion could possibly produce a reasonable conclusion.
After you do something like that, the everyday look of things might seem to change a little. Things may look different to you than they did before … But don’t let appearances fool you. There’s always only one reality.
The bottle and lid don’t fit. It could be the bottle’s fault or the lid’s fault. In either case, there’s no denying that the fit is bad.
The perfectly clear sky seemed to soar upward, and the warmth of the sunlight gently touched any skin directly exposed to it.
A state of chronic powerlessness eats away at a person.”
A bird, possibly. Or it might have been someone’s soul being blown to the far side of the world.
Her apathy was like a membrane that covered everything, but that has been fading.
One aim of my field is to relativize the images possessed by individuals, discover in these images the factors universal to all human beings, and feed these universal truths back to those same individuals. As a result of this process, people might be able to belong to something even as they maintain their autonomy.
In hers, he could see a transparent depth that he had never seen before.
