Those eyes with that water,
The salt of a bittersweet love,
Don’t look any further,
Run for cover,
Under this marquee called my arms
And this cushion called my shoulder,
You’ll see one day it’ll all be crystal
Gleaming like a rare beauty
Your love was always within you
Run to the centre.
The sun was shining but not in the room. The walls sitting where they always were,
Except now their squeeze was pushing me upwards,
Light years and comets,
Speed was not a measure it was a force,
A brute one that just kept swinging,
With a sheet so frozen it froze the inside,
Feathery light and metallic crunch,
One of my favourite quotes from a novel:
““I really like you, Midori. A lot.”
“How much is a lot?”
“Like a spring bear,” I said.
“A spring bear?” Midori looked up again. “What’s that all about? A spring bear.”
“You’re walking through a field all by yourself one day in spring, and this sweet little bear cub with velvet fur and shiny little eyes comes walking along. And he says to you, “Hi, there, little lady. Want to tumble with me?’ So you and the bear cub spend the whole day in each other’s arms, tumbling down this clover-covered hill. Nice, huh?”
“Yeah. Really nice.”
“That’s how much I like you.”
- Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
"I spend my time doing other people’s stuff. I don’t have time to do my own stuff. And if I have the time, I don’t have the energy."
"So what would you do if you had the time?"
"I’ve always wanted to make a children’s book."
"What would it be about?"
"It’d be about this boy who’s waiting on a train to come into the station, and he announces to everybody that when the train comes, it’s going to be on the ceiling. And then the train does come in on the ceiling. And he’s got to figure out how to get it down."
"What’s the nicest thing your brother has ever done for you?"
“One time he made me a card. It said: ‘Dear Steve, thanks for giving me a new toy.’”