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“Winter solitude-
in a world of one colour
the sound of the wind.”
― Basho Matsuo

“Only the Dead stay seventeen forever.”
― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

“Lots of different ways to live and lots of different ways to die. But in the end that doesn't make a bit of difference. All that remains is a desert.”
― Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun

“Far away, I could hear them lapping up my brains. Like Macbeth's witches, the three lithe cats surrounded my broken head, slurping up that thick soup inside. The tips of their rough tongues licked the soft folds of my mind. And with each lick my consciousness flickered like a flame and faded away.”
― Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman