Ahmad

“A smile like a small wisp of smoke drifting quietly skyward on a windless day.”
― Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun

“Perhaps it's one of those cases of a microcosm giving you the whole world. Like a spode dinner plate. Or a single cell. Or, as daisy says, like a Jane Austen novel. When player and listener together know the route so well, the pleasure is in the deviation, the unexpected turn against the grain. To see a world in a grain of sand. So it is, Perowne tries to convince himself, with clipping an aneurysm: absorbing variation on an unchanging theme.”
― Ian McEwan, Saturday

“Why are you staring at me?” she’d ask.
“‘Cause you’re pretty,” I’d reply.
“You’re the first one who’s ever said that.”
“I’m the only one who knows,” I’d tell her. “And believe me, I know.”
― Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun

“Fate, show thy force; ourselves we do not owe;
what is decreed must be, and be this so.”
― William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night