Thank you sir," she said. "I hope that your friend feels better soon." I shrugged. "The ways of the Lord" I said, "are often dark, but never pleasant.

Love art. Of all lies, it is the least untrue.

The truth of the matter is, you die, all you do is die, and yet you live, yes you live, and that's no Harvard lie.

When I write about a 15-year old, I jump, I return to the days when I was that age. It&#39;s like a time machine. I can remember everything. I can feel the wind. I can smell the air. Very actually. Very vividly.

Written By Haruki Murakami

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