Haruki Murakami. Kafka on the shore (№ 4437)

We all lose something more, we lose something. Rare, important feelings, which then can not be undone. In this part of life. But somewhere in my head, most likely in the head - there is a small nook where all this is stored as a memory. As books on the shelves in our library. To find, what is in our hearts, for this cavern you need to make a file Cabinet. It is necessary to get out, it needs to ventilate, to change the water in the flowers. In other words, you you spend your entire life in the native library.