Michael Boiano
From that first hellowe are preparing to leave.Everyone we know,they’re an image that lingersas we quickly blink our eyes. — Michael Boiano, Autumn Garden: A Tanka Collection (Black Turtle Press, 2020)
Category: Japanese Literature
Haruki Murakami
I realize full well how hard it must be to go on living alone in a place from which someone has left you, but there is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for. — Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (KNOPF.; First Edition edition 1997)
Haruki Murakami
The most he could do was create a place where his heart–devoid now of any depth or weight–could be tethered, to keep from wandering aimlessly. — Haruki Murakami, from “Kino,” Men Without Women: Stories (Alfred A. Knopf, 2017)
Haruki Murakami
The most he could do was create a place where his heart–devoid now of any depth or weight–could be tethered, to keep from wandering aimlessly. — Haruki Murakami, from “Kino,” Men Without Women: Stories (Alfred A. Knopf, 2017)
Kazuo Ishiguro
Don’t you wonder sometimes, what might have happened if you tried? — Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go. (Vintage March 14, 2006)
Haruki Murakami
I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o’clock in the morning. — Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle. (KNOPF.; First Edition edition 1997)
Naomi Kawase
Nothing is more beautiful than what disappears before our eyes. — Naomi Kawase, from the screenplay Radiance (Comme des Cinéma & Kino Films, 2017)
Yukio Mishima
Young people get the foolish idea that what is new for them must be new for everybody else too. No matter how unconventional they get, they’re just repeating what others before them have done.” ― Yukio Mishima, After the Banquet ( Vintage Uk, May 31, 2001) Originally published March 11th 1999.
Haruki Murakami
Between the end of that strange summer and the approach of winter, my life went on without change. Each day would dawn without incident and end as it had begun. — Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle. (Harvill/Panther 1999:; Limited centenary ed edition 1999) Originally published 1994.
Yukio Mishima
Dreams, memories, the sacred—they are all alike in that they are beyond our grasp. Once we are even marginally separated from what we can touch, the object is sanctified; it acquires the beauty of the unattainable, the quality of the miraculous. Everything, really, has this quality of sacredness, but we can desecrate it at a… Continue reading Yukio Mishima
The Vale of Soul-Making 