Book: 1Q84

- I have favorite people. Explained Aomame. - When we were ten years old, he liked it so much that I even shook his hand.
- Then in ten years you fell in love with the boy. And that's all?
But that's all.
Ayumi again took up the instruments in globai thoughtfully cut off a piece of shrimp.
- And what happens? Where is this guy now? What does he do?
Aomame shook his head.
I do not know.

The amazing thing is our memory. Twenty years have passed, and these words he memorized so far.

Rare oyster opens the sash shell, if one clung to the rock.

As still hard to part forever with those who you become really close.

- As Chekhov wrote, ' said Tamara, getting up from the chair, if at the beginning of the play on the wall hangs a gun, the end is shot.
- In what sense?
- Don't clutter up your story with unnecessary tools. Do not get carried away by the prettiness, they will work against you. That's what I wanted to say the Czechs. He loved history, where nothing is superfluous.
- But you are talking about literature, I'm talking about reality.
Tamara squinted long studied the face of Aomame. And then spoke:
- And who'll know the difference?

If the person doesn't look who he is, they just haven't taken the allotted form.

Do you plan to go beyond the bounds of the ordinary. Agree, ordinary people do not descend from hyvee through the fire exits in the middle of the day. Especially women...

Just then the needle stuck in the same place. Very natural. Easily, deeply and fatally. The main thing - to observe two conditions: the correct angle and force of impact (or rather, lack thereof). And then to complete the task not more difficult than to stick a needle in bean curd. The tip of the needle pierces the skin and pierces the brain, are not protected in this one place, and heart like seduta wind candle ceases to work. All over in a trice. And....

Fukuari did not speak again. This time is not significant. She just doesn't understand what its asking. The question of Tango does not coincide with its coordinate system. Went beyond her understanding and flew away forever in the cosmic Void. It's like Pluto launched a rocket to the middle of nowhere, just to find some brothers in mind.

Revenge is the most expensive, useless and self-destructive luxury.

If you do not understand without explanation - so it is useless to explain.

What I fear most is myself. Its unpredictability. Because I don't know what I'll do in a minute. Because I don't know what you are doing now.

In a sense, I'm the one who ruined me: I did it myself.

Not afraid to die. Scary when I fall out of reality. Or when reality throws you.