"Oh well, what the hell, you obviously want to be alone, so I’ll leave you alone. Go ahead and think away to your heart’s content! But don’t get me wrong. I’m not totally mad at you. I’m just sad. You were so nice to me when I was having my problems, but now that you’re having yours, it seems there’s not a thing I can do for you. You’re all locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking on the door, you just sort of look up for a second and go right back inside."
— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
"And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about."
— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
"I just disappeared. I do that. I move into another world, a different world. Like boarding a train running parallel. That’s what disappearing is. Don’t you see?"
"She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something."
— Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park (via vrban
Agatha Christie, A Caribbean Mystery. Cover by Tom Adams.
"I think hell is something you carry around with you. Not somewhere you go."
— Neil Gaiman, The Sandman (via fuckinq
"It may be the wrong decision, but fuck it, it’s mine."