Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage

by Haruki Murakami

Jealousy was not a place he was forced into by someone else, but a jail in which the inmate entered voluntarily, locked the door, and threw away the key.

‘Some things in life are too complicated to explain in any language.’

And really, does anybody know who they are?

The right words always seemed to come too late.