A Wild Sheep Chase (The Rat, #3)

by Haruki Murakami

But as Nietzsche said, ‘The gods furl their flags at boredom.’ Or something like that.”

In actual practice, however, distinctions between the two interpretations amount to precious little. A state of affairs (as with most face-offs between interpretations) not unlike calling the same food by two different names. So much for metaphors.

Maybe it’s impossible to live out a life in context.

Time really is one big continuous cloth, no? We habitually cut out pieces of time to fit us, so we tend to fool ourselves into thinking that time is our size, but it really goes on and on.

There’s nothing in a bar or in the world at large that says things have to be a certain way.

I could be lying on the ocean floor counting fish, I thought. How many would I have to count before I could say I was done?

Spiritual communion is not a recognized course of study.

And even if such a today soon ceases to be today, no one can deny that it is in fact a today. For if a today ceased to be today, history could not exist as history.