Unable to sleep after the others had drowsed off, I crawled out of the tent and lay on the ground, looking at the sky. Now and then, a shooting star would trace a bright arc...

Anyhow, I took every stitch of clothing off and got out of bed. And I got down on my knees on the floor in the white moonlight. The heat was off and the room must...

But metaphors help eliminate what separates you and me.

I have a million things to talk to you about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from...

I don’t know what it means to live.

There had to be something wrong with my life. I should have been born a Yugoslavian shepherd who looked up at the Big Dipper every night.

I want to write about people who dream and wait for the night to end, who long for the light so they can hold the ones they love.

He would eventually have to pass through the forest, but he felt no fear. Of course – the forest was inside him, he knew, and it made him who he was.

Colors shone with exceptional clarity in the rain. The ground was a deep black, the pine branches a brilliant green, the people wrapped in yellow looking like special spirits that were allowed to wander over...

I can bear any pain as long as it has meaning.

What we needed were not words and promises but the steady accumulation of small realities.

It’s not me but the world that’s deranged.

The very thought of such people’s intolerant worldview, their inflated sense of self superiority, and their callous imposition of their own beliefs on others was enough to fill her with rage.

Living and dying are, in a sense, of equal value.

Looking up at [the sky], I think about the October evening world, where ‘people’ must be going about their lives. Beneath that pale autumn light, they must be walking down streets, going to the store...

It was a stillness so profound one had to adjust one’s hearing to it…..The silence seemed to be trying to tell him something about itself.

Each “way of thinking” has its own shape and color, which wax and wane like the moon.

Energies expended on sideshows, never on the main event. Where the hell was the main event? Was there a main event?

And in the movement of the sun, I felt something I hardly know how to name: some huge, cosmic love. 

Being all alone is like the feeling you get when you stand at the mouth of a large river on a rainy evening and watch the water flow into the sea. Have you ever done...

Life: I’ll never understand it.

The ones who did it can always rationalize their actions and even forget what they did. They can turn away from things they don’t want to see. But the surviving victims can never forget. They...

The fresh smell of coffee soon wafted through the apartment, the smell that separates night from day.

Even at a time like this, the street is bright enough and filled with people coming and going—people with places to go and people with no place to go; people with a purpose and people...

So that’s how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal theloss, no matter how important the thing that’s stolen from us – that’ssnatched right out of our hands – even if we...

According to Aristophanes in Plato’s The Banquet, in the ancient world of legend there were three types of people.In ancient times people weren’t simply male or female, but one of three types : male/male, male/female...

Death leaves cans of shaving cream half-used.

Exactly. The characteristics of the package determine the nature of the contents, not the other way around.

I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. But it was not until much later that I was able to get any real sleep. In a place far away from anyone or anywhere, I drifted...

The people who build high, strong fences are the ones who survive the best. You deny that reality only at the risk of being driven into the wilderness yourself.

Don’t you see? You and he might never cross paths again. Of course, a chance meeting could occur, and I hope it happens. I really do, for your sake. But realistically speaking, you have to...

Human beings are ultimately nothing but carriers-passageways- for genes. They ride us into the ground like racehorses from generation to generation. Genes don’t think about what constitutes good or evil. They don’t care whether we...

Let your body work until it is spent, but keep your mind for yourself.

Thinking about spaghetti that boils eternally but is never done is a sad, sad thing.

Mirtis egzistuoja ne kaip gyvenimo priešingybė, o kaip jos dalis.

Since I’m a novelist I’m the opposite of you – I believe that what’s most important is what cannot be measured. I’m not denying your way of thinking, but the greater part of people’s lives...

In this world, there is no absolute good, no absolute evil,” the man said. “Good and evil are not fixed, stable entities, but are continually trading places. A good may be transformed into an evil...

A question wells up inside me, a question so big it blocks my throat and makes it hard to breathe. Somehow I swallow it back, finally choosing another. “Are memories such an important thing?””It depends,”...

Its Barnum & Bailey world just as phony as it can be,But it would’t be make-believe if you believed in me

And our ages never bothered her from the very beginning. I was married, but that didn’t matter, either. She seemed to consider things like age and family and income to be of the same a...

Maybe it’s been like that for you till now. But you’re not a kid anymore. You have the right to choose your own life. You can start again. If you want a cat, all you...

I’ll be happy if running and I can grow old together.

I guess I’ve been waiting so long I’m looking for perfection. That makes it tough.

We each have a special something we can get only at a special time of our life. like a small flame. A careful, fortunate few cherish that flame, nurture it, hold it as a torch...

Of course it was painful, and there were times when, emotionally, I just wanted to chuck it all. But pain seems to be a precondition for this kind of sport. If pain weren’t involved, who...

I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I’m not blaming you for falling in love with...

Most everything you think you know about me is nothing more than memories.

I do feel that I’ve managed to make something I could maybe call my world…over time…little by little. And when I’m inside it, to some extent, I feel kind of relieved. But the very fact...

Hey, Mr. Nakata. Gramps. Fire! Flood! Earthquake! Revolution! Godzilla’s on the loose! Get up!

It was a strange feeling, like touching a void.