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“Every one of us is losing something precious to us,' he says after the phone stops ringing. 'Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That's part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads--at least--that's where I imagine it--there's a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our heart, we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in a while, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you'll live forever in your own private library.”
― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

“Maybe the was what change was. Cracking open our shields and letting a glimpse of our true selves drip out.”
― Laura Gao, Messy Roots: A Graphic Memoir of a Wuhanese American

“She lets go and looks up at me. She reaches out and touches my lips. 'Look at the painting,' she says quietly. 'Keep looking at the painting, just like I did.”
― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

“Mother, you say. I forgive you. And with those words, audibly, the frozen part of your heart crumbles.”
― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore