Book: Miso soup. Page 1

Diligent when foreigners pronounce Japanese words - it's really funny and even cute.

A person who works with spare parts, don't have to get excited at the sight of complete and ready-to-use machines.

He is like a clot of ill will.

A small child she knew that even if you're not alone and you die from fear, to talk about it with other people.

I, of course, foreigners love and respect, but mostly in the afternoon and not when I'm calling at dawn and bullshit...

When you're with someone for advice about your unhappiness, your unhappiness will automatically begin to apply to that person.

I don't understand why everyone around me so desperately lying. I have the feeling that without lying to them just to survive.

All my little fears and suspicions merged into one huge bad feeling.

In fact, the atmosphere in the club is more reminiscent of the waiting room at the station: the same boredom and vexation.

It is difficult to live with the thought that absolutely worthless and useless.

We humans are the only animals who have developed imagination. That is why we survived and became the strongest of the species.

In America doctors have fun with the brains of his patients in his own way, which is why we have such a strong school of neurosurgery.

Long life is in some sense constant postponement of death.

- Why? Why you hate to talk about how young jerks mocking smelly bums? Probably because you immediately imagine it happening... But why this spectacle is considered the unpleasant? And at the sight the smell of baby milk, on the contrary, all involuntarily begin to smile... Who originally decided for us what the smell is pleasant, and what is disgusting? Probably, in the world there is no one... or Rather, I wanted to ask, surely in the world there is no person who suddenly wanted to cuddle up cheek to the homeless man who unwittingly wanted to kill the baby. Eh, Kenji? What do you think? I somehow think that such a person is always somewhere there...