Kafka on the Shore

Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who’s in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It’s like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven’t seen in a long time. It’s just a natural feeling.

"Kafka, in everybody's life there's a point of no return. And in a very few cases, a point where you can't go forward anymore. And when we reach that point, all we can do is quietly accept the fact. That's how we survive."

And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in

No matter how far you run. Distance might not solve anything."

Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.”

As long as there’s such a thing as time, everybody’s damaged in the end, changed into something else. It always happens, sooner or later.

“Your life’s just begun and there’s a ton of things out in the world you’ve never laid eyes on. Things you never could imagine.”

Each person feels the pain in his own way, each has his own scars.

Our responsibility begins with the power to imagine. It's just like Yeats said: In dreams begin responsibilities. Flip this around and you could say that where there's no power to imagine, no responsibility can arise. Just like we see with Eichmann

Silence, I discover, is something you can actually hear