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“The flash in his eyes as he was about to dive, the glint of light on his chest, the shapes of his muscles—it all aroused in me a pleasant feeling that usually lay dormant.”
― Yōko Ogawa, The Diving Pool: Three Novellas

“As I traced his profile with my eyes, I realized that I could never ask anything of him again: not caresses, not protection, not warmth. He would never dive into the pool inside me, clouded as it was with the little girl’s tears. The waves of regret were gentle, but I knew they would ripple on forever.”
― Yōko Ogawa, The Diving Pool: Three Novellas

“I needed to pretend to be myself at a younger, more innocent age, when we had stood marveling at the snow in the hall. I was sure that Jun would dive into only pure water, and I wanted his dive into me to be perfect; I wanted him to enter with no splash at all.”
― Yōko Ogawa, The Diving Pool: Three Novellas

“The sound of time flowing between us became the sound of the water trickling quietly from the faucet until dawn.”
― Yōko Ogawa, The Diving Pool: Three Novellas