Bsma

“I miss you terribly sometimes, but in general I go on living with all the energy I can muster. Just as you take care of the birds and the fields every morning, every morning I wind my own spring. I give it some 36 good twists by the time I've got up, brushed my teeth, shaved, eaten breakfast, changed my clothes, left the dorm, and arrived at the university. I tell myself, "OK, let's make this day another good one." I hadn't noticed before, but they tell me I talk to myself a lot these days. Probably mumbling to myself while I wind my spring.”
― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

“You know what I think?" she says. "That people's memories are maybe the fuel they burn to stay alive. Whether those memories have any actual importance or not, it doesn't matter as far as the maintenance of life is concerned. They're all just fuel. Advertising fillers in the newspaper, philosophy books, dirty pictures in a magazine, a bundle of ten-thousand-yen bills: when you feed 'em to the fire, they're all just paper. The fire isn't thinking 'Oh, this is Kant,' or 'Oh, this is the Yomiuri evening edition,' or 'Nice tits,' while it burns. To the fire, they're nothing but scraps of paper. It's the exact same thing. Important memories, not-so-important memories, totally useless memories: there's no distinction--they're all just fuel.”
― Haruki Murakami, After Dark

“و من حسن حظي أني أنام وحيداً
فأصغي إلى جسدي
و أصدّق موهبتي في اكتشاف الألم
فأنادي الطبيب، قبيل الوفاة، بعشر دقائق
عشر دقائق تكفي لأحيا مصادفة
و أخيّب ظنّ العدم
مَنْ أنا لأخيّب ظنّ العدم؟”
― محمود درويش, لا أريد لهذي القصيدة أن تنتهي

“لا استطيع احتمال ذلك، أود أن ألقي بكل شيء من النافذة، أريد أن اصرخ "لست إلا طفلة.. أنا طفلة.." وأن أذهب للاختباء بإحدى الزوايا.”
― هاروكي موراكامي, رقص... رقص... رقص...