Book: Kafka on the shore. Page 3

Human tragedy, as it is comical, not his weaknesses, but rather strengths.

But loneliness is something different. And it turns out that this is not what you imagine?

Wise decision. No wonder they say: it is better not to think than to think about any of that crap.

Sometimes love is so far will take that road back will not find.

Now, freedom! All by himself, like clouds in the sky.

The road needs a companion, in life compassion.

The world is so huge and you need very little to hide - nothing but this tiny piece of space is nowhere.

What is taught in school, no hurt will come in handy in real life. It is a fact. Teacher your almost all - the goats.

But this sort of thing... then we need to think and decide for himself. None of you do. This really is the thing - love, Kafka. Feelings as beautiful as the breath - they are for you alone, in the darkness, wandering alone, too. Be patient. Tempers body and soul.

I don't think - so in no doubt.

But what is important for a person that really has value is how he will die.

Jean Jacques Rousseau said that civilization began when humanity began to build the wall. A very apt remark. The way it is: every civilization is the product of fenced freedom. Exception - the only Australian aborigines. They have to semnadtsatogo a century been a civilization that did not recognize fences. Here it was really free people. Walked when I wanted and where I wanted. What I wanted, and did. Went my whole life in a circle. Walking in circles - a powerful metaphor, svidetelstvuet that they live. And then came the British, all fenced to raise cattle. The natives could not understand why this is necessary. So they did not understand what they as an antisocial and dangerous element driven into the wilderness. So you need to be careful, dear Kafka. In the end, in this world of survival of those who are building high strong fences. And if you deny it, you are in the same hole will drive...

Sometimes fate is like a sandstorm that keeps changing direction. Want to escape from her - she immediately after you. You in the other direction - it is there. And again, if you're in the dawn was involved in a sinister dance with the God of death. And all because this storm is not something alien that came from far away. And you yourself. Something that sits inside you. It remains only to not care at all, close your eyes, plug your ears not to hit the sand, and Wade straight through this storm. No sun, no moon, no direction. Even normal times is not felt. Only high up in the sky spinning white soft sand, which, it seems, crushes your bones. Imagine such a storm.

She's smart. And she has her own style. She knows a lot of what you do not know, is experiencing these feelings you have not experienced. Can distinguish what's important in life and what - not. She had to take many important decisions and see what came of it.