Цитаты из книги Norra mets

Sometimes I feel like the caretaker of a museum - a huge, empty museum where no one ever comes, and I'm watching over it for no one but myself.

By living our lives, we nurture death. True as this might be, it was only one of the truths we had to learn. What I learned from Naoko's death was this: no truth can cure the sorrow we feel from losing a loved one. No truth, no sincerity, no strength, no kindness can cure that sorrow. All we can do is see that sadness through to the end and learn something from it, but what we learn will be no help in facing the next sadness that comes to us without warning.

Things will go where they're supposed to go if you just let them take their natural course. Despite your best efforts, people are going to be hurt when it's time for them to be hurt. Life is like that.

If you're in pitch blackness, all you can fo is sit tight until your eyes get used to the dark.

"You know, they've got these chocolate assortments, and you like some but you don't like others? And you eat all the ones you like, and the only ones left are the ones you don't like as much? I always think about that when something painful comes up. 'Now I just have to polish these off, and everything'll be OK.' Life is a box of chocolates."

"I get the feeling a lot of shit is going to come your way, but you're a stubborn bastard, I'm sure you'll handle it. Mind if I give you one piece of advice?"

"Go ahead"

"Don't feel sorry for yourself," he said. "Only arseholes do that."

"... If you think about it, an unfair society is a society that makes it possible for you to exploit your abilities to the limit."

"Sounds like a pretty self-centred way to live," I said.

"Perhaps, but I'm not just looking up at the sky and waiting for the fruit to drop. In my own way, I'm working hard. I'm working ten times harder than you are."

Look, the world is an inherently unfair place. I didn't write the rules. It's always been that way.

"Did you ever run away from home, Watanabe?"

"Never."

"Why not?"

"Lack of imagination. It never occured to me to run away."

But think about it - what if there were a deus ex machina in real life? Everything would be so easy! If you felt stuck or trapped, some god would swing down from up there and solve all your problems. What could be easier than that?

Don't you think it would be wonderful to get rid of everything and everybody and just go somewhere where you don't know a soul?

"What makes us most normal," said reiko, "is knowing that we're not normal."

Just as each person has certain idiosyncrasies in the way he or she walks, people have idiosyncrasies in the way they think and feel and see things, and though you might want to correct them, it doesn't happen overnight, and if you try to force the issue in one case, something else might go funny.

"Hey, tell me, what do you think the best thing is about being rich?"

"I don't know."

"Being able to say you don't have any money..."

If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking. That's the world of hicks and slobs.

Death exists, not as the opposite but as part of life.

It's a cliché translated into words, but at the time I felt it not as words but as that knot of air inside me. Death exists - in a paperweight, in four red and white balls on a pool table - and we go on living and breathing it into our lungs like fine dust.

Что же тогда революция? Смена вывесок у институтов власть?

Лица наши разделяли сантиметров тридцать, но мне показалось, что Наоко - за несколько световых лет от меня.