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“The songs have changed, but really they are still quite beautiful.
They have been concentrated in a smaller space, the space of the mind.
They are dark, now, with desolation and anguish.

And yet the notes recur. They hover oddly
in anticipation of silence.
The ear gets used to them.
The eye gets used to disappearances.

You will not be spared, nor will what you love be spared.”
― Louise Glück, Averno

“A half-moon hung in the sky. Dozens of insects were chirping and buzzing in the garden.
I'm so confused, I muttered, leaving Sensei's house.

The air rising off the river carried a crisp hint of autumn. Good-night, Sensei. [...] Autumn is here, so at Satoru's place there will be warm things to eat while we drink.

Turning in the direction of Sensei, who was now several hundred metres away, I kept speaking to him. I walked along by the river, as if I were having a conversation with the moon. I kept talking, as if for ever.”
― Hiromi Kawakami, Strange Weather in Tokyo

“All experience adds up to a life lived as only you could. I feel sure the day will come when you can say: this is my life.”
― Durian Sukegawa, Sweet Bean Paste

“If men were ashamed when they should be, they’d have no time for anything else.”
― Leigh Bardugo