“Here's what hurst the most," Kafuku said. "I didn't truly understand her--or at least some crucial part of her. And it may well end that way now that she's dead and gone. Like a small, locked safe lying at the… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“It was as if he felt that the black symbols flowing from his brush onto the pure white paper could somehow lay bare the workings of his heart.” — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
