- "Where are you going?"
- "I don’t know," I said, "just out of here. Out of here, nothing else, it’s the only way I can reach my goal."
- "So, you know your goal?" he asked.
- "Yes," I replied. "I’ve just told you. Out of here — that’s my goal."
I was always attracted not by some quantifiable, external beauty, but by something deep down, something absolute. Just as some people have a secret love for rainstorms, earthquakes, or blackouts, I liked that certain undefinable something.
Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via winterkristall)
There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well. The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it; and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of merit or sense.