Phu

“If you’re a lover of books, you’ll want to enjoy the heart-pounding feeling of searching for them.”
― Yoru Sumino, I Had That Same Dream Again

“I never told him about you.” That surprised me. It was hard to believe he’d never said a about a relationship that had lasted as long as ours. But there was more.
“I’ve never told anyone about us,” he continued.
“Why not?”
Lan Yu turned to look me in the eye. “It’s ours, Handong.”
― Beijing Tongzhi  , Beijing Comrades

“Real love is to offer your life at the feet of another.”
― John Ajvide Lindqvist, Let the Right One In

“For a while, I just sat there in that position, but eventually I gave up and was about to turn the lights off when it hit me. I knew what was stuck in my head. A phrase. Reaching for my desk, I grabbed the new notebook and pencil that were sitting by the edge and flipped the cover, lying flat on my back. Steadying the spine of the notebook with my palm, I took the pencil to the first blank page and wrote the words: “All the lovers in the night.” The phrase had appeared out of nowhere. Through the faint light of the room, I looked over the words, which came together in the strangest way. On the one hand, they felt new to me, like something I’d never heard or seen before, though I also felt like maybe I had read them somewhere, in the title of a movie or a song, which meant it had emerged from someplace inside of me. Hard to say. Seeing my handwriting under the light, I realized that this was the first time I’d written something without having a specific purpose, not a comment in somebody else’s manuscript or galley, but my own words on a blank sheet of paper. I had no clue what to do with these words, no idea what they were for, or what they meant, but I stared at them and felt them reach my heart and linger there.”
― Mieko Kawakami, All the Lovers in the Night