Kim

“It was the first time Junko felt a certain "something" as she watched the flames of a bonfire: "something" deep down, a "wad" of feeling, she might have called it, because it was too raw, too heavy, to real to be called an idea. It coursed through her body and vanished, leaving behind a sweet-sad, chest-gripping, strange sort of feeling.”
― Haruki Murakami, After the Quake

“There's nothing at all in here," she said much later, her voice hoarse. "I'm cleaned out. Empty.”
― Haruki Murakami, After the Quake

“You know something?" she said.
"What?"
"I'm completely empty."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah.”
― Haruki Murakami, After the Quake

“These guys are fakes. All they've got on their minds is impressing the new girls with the big words they're so proud of, while sticking their hanse up their skirts. And when they graduate,they cut their hair short and march off to work for Mitsubishi or IBM or Fuji Bank. They marry pretty wives who've never read Marx and have kids they give fancy names to that are enough to make you puke. Smash what educational-industrial complex? Don't make me laugh!”
― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood