Book: Kafka on the shore. Page 2

You know, I'm a reasonable realist. So all my predictions would be negative. I'm speaking in General terms about the most ordinary things. And they sound like a bad prediction. Why? Yes, because our lives are all evil omens. Take any newspaper and compare how many good and how many bad news. Immediately understand.

Nakata didn't tell anyone, I knew cat language. In addition to cats, this is not suspected by anybody. Try to tell someone that decides: the old man is completely blown away. All, of course, knew that the setups wrong, but one thing - brains, another roof...

All is forgotten. And terrible war, and the fate of people, which doesn't fix anything. This is already the distant past. Daily life sucks, and many important things, events go from memory, drifting away like a cold old stars. There is a lot you have to think every day is too much new information to be learned. New lifestyle, new knowledge, new technology, new words... But at the same time, no matter how much time has passed, whatever happens, there is something what I will never forget. Indelible memory, something lodged in the man tightly.

Do massage - do not disappear, such people are needed everywhere.

A woman just struck me - she felt some warmth. I wish I had a mother like that! This idea came to mind whenever I saw a beautiful (or just good) a middle-aged woman. It would be great if Saeki-San is my mother. Of course, this can not be. The probability is close to zero. There is nothing to say. But theoretically some chance it is, let the most miserable. I'm not in the face of his mother could not remember, no name didn't know her. So why not?

If you leave the house in birthday. When they're fifteen. The most opportune time. Before that - early, and then, perhaps, later.

Nakata-San, the world around us is terribly rude and full of violence, from which no escape. Don't forget that in any case. Caution - it is not superfluous. Never hurt anyone - neither the cats nor the people.

You know, there are no battles that can end the war, says Crow. War is brewing on the inside.

For some time I began to feel that this forest is ultimately a part of my "I". I was lost inside himself. Just as the blood circulates through the blood vessels. So, I saw in front of the own inner world, and what looked in my eyes threateningly, actually - echo entrenched in me fears. Entangling me in a web is a spider web, spread in my heart. And the birds chirping over head, grown me. That's what images are born and take root in my head.

Go in nothing is to be zero. And to zero, how many zeros do not add, will still be zero.

Being alone with the corpse, Hoshino noticed that the room began to die sounds. They have lost real meaning, dissolved into silence, deprived of the prisoner in them of sense.

I had a hard time with her close - chest ached with pain, as if someone had thrust her ice blade. A sharp pain pierced to the bone, but I was even thankful for it. I have merged themselves with it a penetrating cold, and the pain was an anchor that drew me to this place.

Then my name is no good?
The girl nodded.
- Because you're you and not someone else. Right? Are you you?

In short, when you're in the woods, you become part of the forest. Whole, without a trace. Caught in the rain - you're part of the rain. Comes the morning - part of the morning. Sit with me - become a part of me. So. In a nutshell.