José

“When it comes to emotions, women know how to paint with the full set of oils, while men are busy doodling with crayons.”
― Hank Moody, God Hates Us All

“Everyone just keeps on disappearing. Some things vanish, like they were cut away. Others fade slowly into the mist. And all that remains is a desert.”
― Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun

“Once she was out of the car and gone, my world was suddenly hollow and meaningless.”
― Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun

“I hurt myself deeply, though at the time I had no idea how deeply. I should have learned many things from that experience, but when I look back on it, all I gained was one single, undeniable fact. That ultimately I am a person who can do evil. I never consciously tried to hurt anyone, yet good intentions notwithstanding, when necessity demanded, I could become completely self-centred, even cruel. I was the kind of person who could, using some plausible excuse, inflict on a person I cared for a wound that would never heal.”
― Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun