She waited for the train to pass. Then she said, “I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.
— Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman
I agreed that what really matters is what you like, not what you are like… Books, records, films - these things matter. Call me shallow but it’s the fuckin’ truth…
— Rob, High Fidelity
There is this one photograph… that is just beautiful. It would be impossible to describe how beautiful it is, but I’ll try. If you listen to the song “Asleep,” and you think about those pretty weather days that make you remember things, and you think about the prettiest eyes you’ve known, and you cry and the person holds you back, then I think you will see the photograph.
— Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower
But who can say what’s best? That’s why you need to grab whatever chance you have of happiness where you find it, and not worry about other people too much. My experience tells me that we get no more than two or three such chances in a life time, and if we let them go, we regret it for the rest of our lives.
— Haruki Murakam, Norwegian Wood
Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.
— Robert A. Heinlan
