Book: Kafka on the shore. Page 4

Man is not only conscious of "I" and the object separately, but also, projecting the "I" to the object acting as a mediator can effect a better understanding of "me". That's what identity.

The true present is elusive forward movement of the past, which absorbs the future. In fact, all sensation is already memory.

Erased from the memory of the father and mother, but the genes that will not go away. And if I have conceived get rid of them, would have to rid himself.

Irony makes a person deeper, bigger, opens the way to salvation on a higher level.

Something that is not boring, people are quickly bored, not bored, usually just boring things.

The memory warms people from the inside, and at the same time tearing him to pieces.

- I want to ask: in the music of such power that a person can change? What do you think? After all, sometimes they do, and it was a coup.
- Of course there is, ' said the young man. - Here with us something happens. This means and inside we have something going on. Like a chemical reaction. Then look at yourself and understand that we're now higher by one step. The boundaries of the world parted. I was so. This rarely happens, but it happens. It's like love.

When adults, dealing with gifted children, set them new goals. Often it turns out that children who are too concerned with solving these problems, and gradually lose their characteristic of their age the freshness of feeling, the joy of achieving the goal. Turn in on themselves and cease to give vent to feelings. And you need to spend a lot of time and effort to unlock a child's soul. Baby showers pliable, easy to bend. But once bent, they stiffen and straighten them very difficult. Often even impossible.

The thing, which carries a certain imperfection, was attracted by their imperfection.

There are days - almost like twins, only the weather is different. And if the weather is the same, then all sense of time once lost. Do not really understand yesterday or today, today or tomorrow. Time, like, off of the anchor, the ship, wandering in the sea space.

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.

If everything goes the way you want, then life will become uninteresting.

You know, people in the majority to the freedom I seek, and only think aspire. Everything is an illusion. If you give them true freedom, they just go crazy. Just so you know. In fact, to be a free people don't want to.

When you love someone and are looking for something that you lack. So when you think of a loved one can be difficult. One way or another. If included in the painfully familiar room, which for a very long time was not.