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  • #1
    Haruki Murakami
    “That's why I like listening to Schubert while I'm driving. Like I said, it's because all his performances are imperfect. A dense, artistic kind of imperfection stimulates your consciousness, keeps you alert. If I listen to some utterly perfect performance of an utterly perfect piece while I'm driving, I might want to close my eyes and die right then and there. But listening to the D major, I can feel the limits of what humans are capable of - that a certain type of perfection can only be realized through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect. And personally I find that encouraging.”
    Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

  • #2
    Haruki Murakami
    “From the girl who sat before me now...surged a fresh and physical life force. She was like a small animal that has popped into the world with the coming of spring. Her eyes moved like an independent organism with joy, laughter, anger, amazement, and despair. I hadn't seen a face so vivid and expressive in ages, and I enjoyed watching it live and move.”
    Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

  • #3
    Chang-rae Lee
    “For sometimes you can't help but crave some ruin in what you love.”
    Chang-rae Lee, On Such a Full Sea

  • #4
    غادة السمان
    “لعلنا خُلقنا لنظل هكذا خطيّن متوازيين يعجزان عن الفراق وعن التواصل ، ولن يلتقيا إلا إذا انكسر أحدهما”
    غادة السمان

  • #5
    Malcolm X
    “Hence I have no mercy or compassion in me for a society that will crush people, and then penalize them for not being able to stand up under the weight.”
    Malcolm X, The Autobiography of Malcolm X

  • #6
    Malcolm X
    “One day, may we all meet together in the light of understanding.”
    Malcolm X, The Autobiography of Malcolm X

  • #7
    Haruki Murakami
    “If we reverse the outer shell and the essence--in other words, consider the outer shell the essence and the essence only the shell--our lives might be a whole lot easier to understand.”
    Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

  • #8
    Haruki Murakami
    “The strength I'm looking for isn't the type where you win or lose. I'm not after a wall that'll repel power coming from outside. What I want is the kind of strength to be able to absorb that kind of power, to stand up to it. The strength to quietly endure things - unfairness, misfortunes, sadness, mistakes, misunderstandings.”
    Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

  • #9
    Haruki Murakami
    “Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step. There's no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That's the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.

    And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You'll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.

    And once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about.”
    Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

  • #10
    Haruki Murakami
    “Taking crazy things seriously is a serious waste of time.”
    Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

  • #11
    Kahlil Gibran
    “I have found both freedom and safety in my madness; the freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us.”
    Kahlil Gibran, The Madman

  • #12
    Kahlil Gibran
    “You ask me how I became a madman. It happened thus: One day, long before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all my masks were stolen, the seven masks I have fashioned and worn in seven lives, I ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting, "Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves."

    Men and women laughed at me and some ran to their houses in fear of me.

    And when I reached the market place, a youth standing on a house-top cried, "He is a madman." I looked up to behold him; the sun kissed my own naked face for the first time. For the first time the sun kissed my own naked face and my soul was inflamed with love for the sun, and I wanted my masks no more. And as if in a trance I cried, "Blessed, blessed are the thieves who stole my masks."

    Thus I became a madman.”
    Kahlil Gibran, The Madman

  • #13
    C.S. Lewis
    “Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.”
    C.S. Lewis

  • #14
    Stephen Chbosky
    “So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.”
    Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

  • #15
    Victor Hugo
    “Not being heard is no reason for silence.”
    Hugo, Victor, Les Misérables

  • #16
    Richard Wright
    “Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books...”
    Richard Wright, Black Boy

  • #17
    J.M. Barrie
    “To die will be an awfully big adventure.”
    J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

  • #18
    Haruki Murakami
    “Death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it.”
    Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman: 24 Stories

  • #19
    Haruki Murakami
    “Listen up - there's no war that will end all wars.”
    Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

  • #20
    Jack Kerouac
    “I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.”
    Jack Kerouac

  • #21
    Richard Siken
    “We still groped for each other on the backstairs or in parked cars
                                                                                                                                                          as the road around us
    grew glossy with ice and our breath softened the view through the glass
                        already laced with frost,
    but more frequently I was finding myself sleepless, and he was running out of
                                                                                                                                                                              lullabies.
    But damn if there isn’t anything sexier
                                                                than a slender boy with a handgun,
                                                                                                                                      a fast car, a bottle of pills.”
    Richard Siken, Crush

  • #22
    Richard Siken
    “Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake
                                                                                    and dress them in warm clothes again.
              How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running
    until they forget that they are horses.
                        It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere,
              it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio,
                                  how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days
    were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple
                                                                                                                            to slice into pieces.
    Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it’s noon, that means
              we're inconsolable.
                                                                Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
    These, our bodies, possessed by light.
                                                                                              Tell me we’ll never get used to it.”
    Richard Siken, Crush

  • #23
    Richard Siken
    “I’ve been rereading your story. I think it’s about me in a way that might not be flattering, but that’s okay. We dream and dream of being seen as we really are and then finally someone looks at us and sees us truly and we fail to measure up. Anyway: story received, story included. You looked at me long enough to see something mysterioso under all the gruff and bluster. Thanks. Sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them.”
    Richard Siken

  • #24
    Haruki Murakami
    “Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I'm gazing at a distant star.
    It's dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago.
    Maybe the star doesn't even exist any more. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.”
    Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun

  • #25
    Haruki Murakami
    “No matter where i go, i still end up me. What's missing never changes. The scenery may change, but i'm still the same incomplete person. The same missing elements torture me with a hunger that i can never satisfy. I think that lack itself is as close as i'll come to defining myself.”
    Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun

  • #26
    Haruki Murakami
    “Because memory and sensations are so uncertain, so biased, we always rely on a certain reality-call it an alternate reality-to prove the reality of events. To what extent facts we recognize as such really are as they seem, and to what extent these are facts merely because we label them as such, is an impossible distinction to draw. Therefore, in order to pin down reality as reality, we need another reality to relativize the first. Yet that other reality requires a third reality to serve as its grounding. An endless chain is created within our consciousness, and it is the very maintenance of this chain that produces the sensation that we are actually here, that we ourselves exist.”
    Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun

  • #27
    Haruki Murakami
    “Look at the rain long enough, with no thoughts in your head, and you gradually feel your body falling loose, shaking free of the world of reality. Rain has the power to hypnotize.”
    Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun

  • #28
    James Baldwin
    Somebody," said Jacques, "your father or mine, should have told us that not many people have ever died of love. But multitudes have perished, and are perishing every hour--and in the oddest places!--for the lack of it.”
    James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room

  • #29
    James Baldwin
    “Perhaps everybody has a garden of Eden, I don't know; but they have scarcely seen their garden before they see the flaming sword. Then, perhaps, life only offers the choice of remembering the garden or forgetting it. Either, or: it takes strength to remember, it takes another kind of strength to forget, it takes a hero to do both.”
    James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room

  • #30
    Haruki Murakami
    “I have this strange feeling that I'm not myself anymore. It's hard to put into words, but I guess it's like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.”
    Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart



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