Book: Kafka on the shore. Page 1

What's the use to strain your brain, if it still not enough?

And now imagine that tomorrow none of this will be gone. This kind of will give you exceptional value. Really?

No need to look too far ahead. And I will stare, you will not notice that under his feet, and BAM! - freak out. But under my nose to look too useless. You can't see what's ahead - on something you reach.

So I think, you better not cats strangers to find, and shade their serious look? The missing half?

If the cat to something accustomed, she lives by the rules and will not change anything, until something... serious. Well, there is... cat's love or an accident.

Where there is time, nothing will return back.

The illusion, the more I think about them, tend to multiply, to acquire a more pronounced form. And may be, cease to be illusions.

Under the smooth, pure sound of the cello Hoshino remembered his childhood. When he ran every day to the river that flowed near their home, fished loaches and other fish. Then we had nothing to think, just live. As long as you live, something to represent. Everything goes by itself. But then suddenly everything changes. Lived-lived - and found that I am nothing. Strange... People are born to live, isn't it? And I only lost what I had. If this goes on, what happens? Nobody wants a dummy. This is wrong. Nothing strange. How would all this change?..

Sailing above the building clouds resembled matted lumps of dust have been cleaned with a vacuum cleaner. Or maybe the sky drifted, took the form of clots of social contradictions that gave birth to the third industrial revolution. Anyway, it was about to rain.

Unfortunately, with the detection of crimes, our police is getting worse. Falls with the stock price.

God lives only in the minds of people. And in Japan - and to the good, and not good - he is very changeable. Here's proof: the Emperor before the war was God, and commanded him General Douglas MacArthur, one that the occupation forces commanded: "to Be a God and enough," he at once: "Is. Now I like all the ordinary". And the end. Since 1946, he is not God. Here's how the Japanese God figured out. Cost Americans in the form of black glasses and a cheap pipe in my teeth something to order, and everything changed. Surporters some. Say: "Be!" - will. Say: "Not to be!" - will not. So I'm all okay with that.

Revelation is a leap beyond the everyday. How can there be life without the revelations? It just jumps from the mind contemplating the mind creative. That's what's important.

- When I was fifteen, I too wanted to travel somewhere in another world, laughed Saeki-San. To me, nobody got. Somewhere, where time doesn't move.
But in this world no such thing.
- You're right. Here I still live. Where the crumbling order of things, the soul is fading and time is running without any break.

Poetry and symbolism cannot be separated. So for a long time happened. It's like the pirates and rum.