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“Ideas are like beards. Men don’t have them until they grow up. Somebody said that, but I can’t remember who.”
“Voltaire,” the younger man said. He rubbed his chin and smiled, a cheerful,
unaffected smile. “Voltaire might be off the mark, though, when it comes to me. I have hardly any beard at all, but have loved thinking about things since I was a kid.”
His face was indeed smooth, with no hint of a beard. His eyebrows were narrow, but thick, his ears nicely formed, like lovely seashells. “I wonder if what Voltaire meant wasn’t ideas as much as meditation,” Tsukuru said. The man inclined his head a fraction. “Pain is what gives rise to meditation. It has
nothing to do with age, let alone beards.”
― Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage

“The truth sometimes reminds me of a city buried in sand. As time passes, the sand piles up even thicker, and occasionally it's blown away and what's below is revealed.”
― Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage

“It is is better to know one book intimately than a hundred superficially.”
― Donna Tartt, The Secret History

“We live in a pretty apathetic age, yet we’re surrounded by an enormous amount of information about other people. If you feel like it, you can easily gather that information about them. Having said that, we still hardly know anything about people.”
― Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage